It appears before me and I have become ‘Gollum’ With shoulders hunched and weary eyed. I watch as its placed before me. A steaming pile of pasta drenched in the most exquisite bolagnese.   I scream in victorious joy that echos throughout the land. It…

A milkshake can taste like a dream Made right, they’re more than they seem. Share with your love if you’re able. Like making love on the table And sometimes it’s better with whipped cream.

Bold steps mark my wake down this chosen path. A path that few do take, yet fewer ever last. Fear and doubt guard either side and wait patiently. For that single slip of rejection that comes eventually.   This path is harsh and filled with peril….

Food is my lover It’s my best friend Sweetening & buttering me up Foodie until the end Knows it’s a betrayer yet goes on with its charade Satisfying my cravings Throughout the day SALIVA springs up Taste buds desire flavor Eating whatever I want The…

At fourteen, I was almost recruited by PETA. The documentary screening in the basement of the Crescent Hill Library really got me, the one Joaquin Phoenix narrated. My friend Kelsey accompanied me, and touched my knee when Joaquin spoke, regretful, elegaic, over graphic footage of a dolphin’s belly being slit,…

“I don’t miss him.” I state this calmly over olive oil and pita bread, the Mediterranean smell of chickpeas wafting almost cloyingly. You raise one eyebrow, mute contradiction implied. I shake my head, almost sneezing as the motion wafts up honey, hummus, grapes. Chokingly amplified…

Chocolate is not a universal gift or acceptable to all as comfort food. The looks I get when I refuse chocolate being offered to me are those of surprise and sheer disbelief. I wish my weird allergies to celery and chocolate were as well known…

A “Carnal Cur” she called me. One that had my teeth first free To lap the gentle blood of lambs. Me! Once a king, now accursed of four feet A wet, cold nose, in this wretched heat. Never did I buy a single soul! Indeed, mine…

My face would prefer a nap, Having slept loosely and lightly, Worried about a multitude of decisions, None of which life changing or changes In the long and short of things. There’s a head that hurts behind these eyes, A stomach full of bread and fish,…

I wander down this path and see. Another choice I need to make. A split in the road just ahead of me. Not the first I’ve seen, not the last to be. And it’s always hard to know which to take. Sometimes they wrap back…