In France it’s called a light fromage  Yet for the cameras it’s Marmoset In a pot it melts to a special sauce And then it becomes a thick fondue  Mexico uses lots of Queso Upon hot chips it can be found  Jalapeño’s dipped into ranchero…

I think that I shall never eat A poem lovely as most cheese. A cheese whose hungry body is prest Against my taste buds, Mmmm – the best! A cheese that sits with God all day, And learns to sit, and sit, and age; A…

There are poems in the forest Waiting to be found Among the trees and leaves Fireflies alight to the ground. There are forests in the poems Unexplored, unfound There are poems in the forest Waiting to be found.     Branches that those blithe spirits…

poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese a great man once wrote hence my attempt to set things right for cabbages and kings have been mentioned in the same poetic line why not cheese and the president surely one eats the other…

There are more than 2000 species of fireflies that exist in the world today sending light signals into the skies to attract mates or prey there are two types vying for my favorite spot tropical fireflies, thar can sychronize the glownig (I imagine that’s what…

I leave a trail of dots in the bathroom as i look for a sanitary napkin in the shelf. Later that day, my son asks me soothingly what colour is the blood of ants. I couldn’t tell. I didn’t know if squeezed out of them, …

What’s so gouda ’bout cheese? Feta’vall it’s delicious I’Monterey’ve about all the types, Jack Colby here a while But I’ll try to Brie Swiss about it While I Whey in on all the varieties Don’t feel Bleu, if it gruyere on me It’ll grow on…

Gazing up up at the grains above me I know it’s crop just like they bring to The elevator Delicious grains My favorite ones When the truck’s come We’d put our hands out When they opened the sluice gate To the back of the truck…

If I had gone with you… I think our lives would be very different now Sans stretch marks, C-section scars, and broken bones But I wanted to make sure you knew What you wanted Maybe that was stupid Maybe I was scared Maybe you seemed…

As i sweep the rooms , water splashes around, leaving a trail. I follow it around, a dog at its tail. There are no fine bone china to be broken by bumping on to a table, i curse my good luck as i mop away…