Hour 11 Red Flag Warning   Rip tides. Big waves with rolling white foam. Surfers in wet suits paddle out to ride. Two women in bathing suits swim beyond the surf. Playing games with the ocean, like teasing a tiger, handling a rattlesnake. I walk…

Epicured An ode to pepperoni Eleven If perfection existed as a production of the sum of human genius It would be the delight before me now Slicings of superior joy A mastery in form and function that elevates all it touches Cured savagery spiced and…

You Tell Me You tell me you love me, but you really mean you need me to know you are lovable, have purpose, or a host of proofs you did not get before we met. Others tell me they love me, but really mean they…

Extraordinary This spoon was once bent by Uri Geller, Took tea at Buckingham Palace, And was smuggled into space, This spoon is no ordinary spoon. This spoon has shared ice cream With Hollywood startlets, Dined in soup at The Ritz, This spoon is no ordinary…

Spirit left ghost trapped in stone mirrors lifted windows open All that is left is a memory Broken glasses yet to be fixed A new book left unread Every day is fleeting

Vibrant, sun-born tool-weilder, muscle and oil and hair in full, Stride stepper, woundless love maker, Light and vine climbing out of shadow, Heaven Seeker, reaches, sky chasing beast of the earth, granted wings of selfwilled evolution. Love-drunk day thinker, boring holes inside your wounds, fleshing…

I often think of you. I’m sure I’m like many women who’ve lost their moms — wish we could have one last talk. There’s so much I want to run by you – your thoughts on Trump and what he’s done to your GOP, how…

A single red flower held at arm’s length against the cerulean sky sings of my love for chocolate and music and banjos. (Maybe not banjos) Left on a gravestone it symbolizes lost on the keyboard of your spouse love and romance On an empty front…

Everyone knows that garlic, cheese, pepper and shrimp are what goes in grits

Snow falls onto a castle spire and a princess sits, near burned by the fire Peasant children play in the grounds below but it’s not a pleasure the princess knows Her hands are gentle, soothed by fragrance and oil Bathed in milk and honey, she…