On Moving Forward
A conundrum, it has always been.Off on the wrong foot,or the rug from under my feet did you tug when asked for my hand?A medley of both perhaps,I would wind up right side up, so I thoughtNever was I in … Continue reading
Category Archives: Fine Foods
Vintage
When one adventure after another leads you here…it’s not a bad day. Not a bad day at all when you realize plunked on a couch, at dusk while a lad and his guitar send tones my way. Initially wobbly but … Continue reading
Retro Repast
Two amigos here sharing more than a meal…an unpretentious place that hasn’t changed much at all since I discovered it in its infancy decades ago. Retro no doubt, nothing like a handwritten tab…when was the last time you have seen … Continue reading
Shape of My Heart
I found a love for me,frothy and sweet.Darling you taste perfect right now.Feeling throughthe tension, the struggle, the submission without a touch of tendernessall for your cursed luck, so you reckoned.Inattentive thoughts and all that talk…money for your art.Believed in … Continue reading
Beauty In The Heart
It’s to my relief I found this stone. Smooth sophisticated and to my surprise subtle sage veins that match the details of my most adorned article when I hit the chopping block. A glistening backdrop to watermelon radishes are a … Continue reading
It’s On…
Pressure that is. A cackling persistent request for more cake by a rowdy dozen or so girls…how can I not make their wish my command. But at first a check in with myself. You got this, it’s your signature cake, … Continue reading
New Kids on the Block
I’m getting chummy with my neighbors. There’s been a faithful turnover since we arrived here at the edge of the woods and it’s charming to see get-togethers growing more communal. I’ve even learned that one of my neighbors toiled in … Continue reading
Sip, Ahhh, Repeat.
Lips that caress the curve of the rawness of the earth. Something of beauty when I can embrace such compatibility whirling around these parts, like salt on iron I’d say. As I move into my sweet spot…into my state of … Continue reading
Bounty Harvester
The bounty of ripely plucked Crispins from an orchard off the side of the road now cradled in a bowl, a sweet reminder of our abundance. Bite into one for a crisp crunch and a mouthful of sweetened juice. Today … Continue reading
The Long View
Looking at things at the wrong end of the scope…no one who sees from the other end ever regrets it for a second even after name calling usually followed by a long harangue. I’ll take pareidolia for I can’t imagine … Continue reading
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