![\"\"](\"http:\/\/redtinnoodles.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/Reptile.jpg\" "\\"reptile-jpg\\"")
<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"The lizard we beheaded once was wedded. I must say I prefer iguana breaded. Of all the monsters, I prefer the gila, grilled and marinated in tequila. O, dirty gray-brown scaled dinosaur cousin, I’m just … Read more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[16],"tags":[3,4],"class_list":["post-275","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poem-2","tag-poem","tag-poetry-2"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":703,"url":"https:\/\/redtinnoodles.com\/?p=703","url_meta":{"origin":275,"position":0},"title":"Evacuation Ale","author":"Rick Young","date":"February 19, 2016","format":false,"excerpt":"Soles in suds on the pub floor as the men all talk of war. They just heard the radio say forty bombers on the way. Drink up, it may be your last. Enemy approaching fast. All the family's underground, waiting for that siren sound. But these men prefer to drink\u2026","rel":"","context":"In "Poem"","block_context":{"text":"Poem","link":"https:\/\/redtinnoodles.com\/?cat=16"},"img":{"alt_text":"","src":"","width":0,"height":0},"classes":[]},{"id":776,"url":"https:\/\/redtinnoodles.com\/?p=776","url_meta":{"origin":275,"position":1},"title":"Mrs. Ritz","author":"Rick Young","date":"December 9, 2016","format":false,"excerpt":"Mrs. Ritz spits out bits of olive pits from the knitted chair in which she always sits. Her entire house is filled with strange mementos. She freely admits addiction to pimentos. She's surrounded by her cats, a baker's dozen, every one related, uncle, aunt or cousin. Also in the mix\u2026","rel":"","context":"In "Poem"","block_context":{"text":"Poem","link":"https:\/\/redtinnoodles.com\/?cat=16"},"img":{"alt_text":"","src":"","width":0,"height":0},"classes":[]},{"id":1672,"url":"https:\/\/redtinnoodles.com\/?p=1672","url_meta":{"origin":275,"position":2},"title":"Yahrzeit","author":"Rick Young","date":"March 27, 2020","format":false,"excerpt":"Two years ago today, my mother died. I'm glad she did not have to see this end. When her mind fled somewhere deep inside, she still thought the world was her best friend. She remembered talking to the birds, planting flowers, dancing in the night. For this life, I don't\u2026","rel":"","context":"In "Poem"","block_context":{"text":"Poem","link":"https:\/\/redtinnoodles.com\/?cat=16"},"img":{"alt_text":"","src":"","width":0,"height":0},"classes":[]},{"id":2419,"url":"https:\/\/redtinnoodles.com\/?p=2419","url_meta":{"origin":275,"position":3},"title":"Harpo Speaks!","author":"Rick Young","date":"March 9, 2021","format":false,"excerpt":"How dark will be our Archie's skin? And will the royals let him in? We should have changed his name, they said. But who calls their own child \"Jughead\"? They cried about my baby bump. They bought a chocolate milk breast pump. They stood there ready with a sack, in\u2026","rel":"","context":"In "Poem"","block_context":{"text":"Poem","link":"https:\/\/redtinnoodles.com\/?cat=16"},"img":{"alt_text":"","src":"","width":0,"height":0},"classes":[]},{"id":2772,"url":"https:\/\/redtinnoodles.com\/?p=2772","url_meta":{"origin":275,"position":4},"title":"Weigh My Dust.","author":"Rick Young","date":"June 19, 2021","format":false,"excerpt":"(Note from the author's son: Below is a snippet from one of our email exchanges in June 2021. I felt compelled to share this mention of a title for a poem.) Weight down to 179 today, aiming next\u00a0at high school mark of 150. Then a zen-like 85. New\u00a0poem\u00a0title: \"Weigh My\u2026","rel":"","context":"In "Poem"","block_context":{"text":"Poem","link":"https:\/\/redtinnoodles.com\/?cat=16"},"img":{"alt_text":"","src":"","width":0,"height":0},"classes":[]},{"id":903,"url":"https:\/\/redtinnoodles.com\/?p=903","url_meta":{"origin":275,"position":5},"title":"48th Anniversary Poem for N.","author":"Rick Young","date":"June 8, 2017","format":false,"excerpt":"I longed to see the cupcake of your smile. I thought you were my mommy for awhile. You pushed me on a swing until my head was lost. Of course I'd follow you at almost any cost. I'd trail behind your skirt tails like a pet. I'd kiss you 'til\u2026","rel":"","context":"In "Poem"","block_context":{"text":"Poem","link":"https:\/\/redtinnoodles.com\/?cat=16"},"img":{"alt_text":"","src":"","width":0,"height":0},"classes":[]}],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/redtinnoodles.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/275","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/redtinnoodles.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/redtinnoodles.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/redtinnoodles.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/redtinnoodles.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=275"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/redtinnoodles.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/275\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":277,"href":"https:\/\/redtinnoodles.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/275\/revisions\/277"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/redtinnoodles.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=275"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/redtinnoodles.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=275"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/redtinnoodles.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=275"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}