I love the smell of salami in the evening. It's rich, salty, and reminds me of a time when I was afraid of the person I am now. My date looks fabulous in his corduroy pants, Turtleneck sweater, black-rimmed glasses, And a bit of mustard in his beard. I order my sandwich and sit across … Continue reading A Quiznos Romance
Find your best whisk and combine Six egg yolks with some sugar. Blend them together until The pain begins to dissolve. Preheat your favorite oven Before adding sweetened lies That congeal within the bowl And scald your battered spirit. Line up your clean ramekins, Each one an empty vessel Ready to hold the … Continue reading How to make Crème brûlée
Have an idea, and imagine the applause. Write it down in graphite. Ink. Blood. And dream of the applause. Now, rip your idea to shreds. Reduce it. Refine it. And beg for the applause. Send it into the world. Your words. Your thoughts. And await the applause. Get in front of … Continue reading Applause
Just another weed in an overgrown yard Waiting for life’s lawnmower to run me down Like some toxic, gilled mushroom. But I have a secret that nobody knows. My roots go deep, deeper than they realize, And I will always return to myself. For the lambent light of the sun Shines through my yellow petals … Continue reading Self Portrait as a Dandelion
Saint Patrick's Day has arrived Let us all give out a cheer For our souls may be revived When we break out all the beer We'll eat corned beef and cabbage As we sing of Irish Eyes Today will not be average As we don our green disguise We'll talk about leprechauns Hoarding gold … Continue reading Happy Saint Patrick’s Day!
In her kitchen, the cabinets were pink Like, hideous, Pepto-Bismol pink That reminded me of sickness But her presence gave it life In her kitchen, cookies were baked Fried pies and blackberry cobblers Were consumed by our greedy mouths Before they’d had a chance to cool In her kitchen, stories were told Lessons … Continue reading In Her Kitchen
They ride broken trails over and over As they search for something special- the Hidden gems beneath strange mountains That resonates with ancient songs of People long since forgotten- the Echoes of their last full moon Still ring out from the peak, down Into willing hearts and minds- the Memories of that golden valley Shining … Continue reading The Golden Shovel of Eldorado