when I grow up I want to be a jazz musician, play the piano fast, infuse my tunes with Afro Cuba and relate stories of my days on the road and in old Havana when gangsters, writers and gigolos all wore mustaches and you couldn’t…

Shepherds pie into oven 2:30 am At 3 prompt is food, must be an omen.   My culinary strategy to eat dinner at quarter past three in the morning has paid off for me in ways I could never foresee.   For, as well as…

For this prompt I want you to write about food. Literary writing with a theme has become much more popular lately and there are a surprising number of literary journals devoted to publishing creative work about food. You can tackle this theme from any angle….

There are a few things They never tell you in the guidebooks Things they don’t want you to know About this paradise we call home They don’t tell you about the three inch flying cockroaches That fly by night and hit your window glass with…

Im not choosy in regarding to food As long as the old people eat it I will eat depends on my mood Sometimes I’m not hungry a bit   Leafy green vegetables Are my favorite soul It contains a lot of minerals And vitamins  …

I ordered Chinese  food tonight, we gobbled up chicken balls, rice, ribs and chow mein Stuffed to the gills oh just one more bite, I’m going to explode another egg roll? Hmm I think I just might I can’t eat no more let’s put it…

I found a cache of hours Behind glass that said, “Break in case of emergency.”   It was an emergency. I’d played the grasshopper again, For I was no ant.   I broke the glass. I took those hours, To avoid failure, But there was…

they say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I hold her, I hold her in my mind, in my skin and in my fears, trying so hard to protect her, she is me, beauty by eyes of mirror view, I long to hold…

You marked me With raven hair Ruby lips And death match glare   Marked me with. Whom I should be A love lost soulsoul A broken seed A power rich And pure divine While world leaves me Hunted unkind Promises made And promises broke I…

Cigarets and long blacks, Working half the day, Two hours to carve out a song, And carve from time a record made. To teach and learn and read the signs, The words to songs you’ll sing. In short coffee shop conversations, We map productivity.