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Currently writing a cookbook, I am also finishing up three articles about food, written from different angles, for a proposed food column in our local newspaper. It doesn't have one.

The minute I started, I felt as if I had arrived, as at home with my subject

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My favorite place: 4 of 53
SEA BREEZE Early morning Water lap, lap lapping at the beach and the dock. Slapping softly against boat hulls. Quiet diesel-laden salt air, Sharp and pungent, soothing as the smell of coffee brewing, Light mist grays the horizon. Shadows of gulls crying in muffled voices, practice for later when raucous wins the many competi... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The beach: 5 of 58
SUMMER, LATE Across the long horizon flow the tan dunes, Sprinkled heavily with tall grasses waving at the green amongst them, shimmering golden as the sun bleaches out. Dry wind blows steadily, from the south, missing dips behind which lie children giggling in their hiding place. Hot sand. Toes dig deep to reach the soothin... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Appearances: 3 of 14
Pretentious I observed that you were watching me from afar. You wanted to see if I was going to be a hit before you'd come sit by me and "talk." small Talk. You want to be known by people on the In. You have to be the star of the show, but understated, so no one will know how much you need . . . small minds. You don't want t... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love: 186 of 784
Full Well My heart is a fathomless well of love for you An endless supply - you may draw from it as deeply as you need, just a dip, or bucketfuls. It is full always, replenished constantly - There will be no rationing. More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Pain from love: 257 of 917
PIERCED My heart has had enough of bittersweet repose: of idle darts thrust in the dark, of languid thorns seeping in a heart so worn. Parched affection, pain-filled lures a lying love - there are no cures. My heart was in your hands, and you mishandled it. More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My dear mother: 36 of 76
MOM QUIETLY SUCCUMBING She bows her graying head and smiles, teasingly. She comforts one who feels so bad, saying this and that and the other thing because she can't remember the words that belong to what she sees in her head ~her thoughts. More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: No entry: 1 of 2
NO ENTRY Sorry . . . my heart is closed. It shut the door the other day When you just chose to walk away - It wants no more. It is too full. It has no room for promised joys that lead to doom. it wants no more it shall stay closed And thus, it feels, no more. More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Haiku: 175 of 299
Joey's valentine My heart, You embraces to beat A thousand love songs More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Abstract poems: 401 of 576
NIGHT IMAGERY Silver strands, Through evergreen branches leave A shadowed earth Fingers of moonlight slip silently Across the lawn, bend against The rosebush on the trellis. More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: This isn't a love story: 11 of 15
THE FATE OF THE OTTOMAN TURK DOGS The end of the world is not imminent But it feels like it is. My heart was RIPPED! out, still beating, and left to hang-dry. You with that other one How DARE you "NEED" me. Scene emblazoned on my weak-end memory - the only vision I recall . . . "Kill him with kindness," my mother says. "Have... More..