You can’t flee faster than your legs run Ain’t no magic overcome the laws of science. Still, Tuesday afternoon I put on a dress Orange, with a fitted waist and a flowing skirt Black runners, red logo laced up, out of place. I can only…

For this one, a friend of mine specifically requested a poem about ramen – so here we go, but since I just wrote a recipe poem for 7 – I’ll have to do something different for 8.   Poem 8: An ode to Ramen: This…

Normal Normal, who throws going out to dinner around like we never forgot and asks, how’s it going? who is ever changing and wears different gear each season who sometimes is busy every hour and sometimes has nothing to do but overeat until we finally…