Another Summer Rerun from way back in 2019. After midnight the day-old loaves of bread in the bakery turn into slumbering cats. Some are brown and toasty, some white and fragrant, some calico dotted with black, brown and golden patches that used to be raisins, apricots, and berries. They stretch, blinking their golden eyes, then … Continue reading Bread Cats
Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts: close to my heart, just like that, expert in the matter, what is different today?, surprising new discovery, no variety, just different sandwiches, one time only creation, path of least resistance, pay the price for peace, one inch at a time, special powers, formula, integrity, gate … Continue reading Sandwiches
Written with my Thursday night group with he prompts: Howard Johnson’s, she liked it because she didn’t have to tell them her name, the toothache wouldn’t go away, but you knew that, be here, it was unusual and delightful, finally figured it out, bursting pomegranate, give me a little sugar, just shut up, are you … Continue reading One At A Time
Hey, it's National Poetry Month, so I've decided to post a few poems this April. It's been fun for me to look back over my decades-long collection of poems to find a few that will be just right for this moment in time. None of those wild, whiny, passionate unrequited love poems I seemed prone … Continue reading How to Find the Muse
Warning: spoilers ahead. I’ll wave a red flag when we get close, but stay alert. This book made me very sad. I don’t know why I’m surprised, it’s right there in the tittle. It’s not that I can’t handle sad—I mean, I’ve never missed an episode ofThis Is Us. But this book made me feel sad … Continue reading The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake (a book review)
Last fall the U.S. Food and Drug Administration got a bit irked at a bakery that claimed "love" in the list of ingredients in its granola. The agency ruled that "human emotion cannot be listed as ingredients in baked goods." This news blurb inspired me to write the following bit of flash fiction: Melba … Continue reading Edible Emotion
A few days ago I was in a well-known fast food restaurant chain with my friend Craig. I won’t say which chain it was in order to protect the confidentiality of the young man working there. I’ll call him Ryan. Craig and his friend Lee come to this particular restaurant at least once a week … Continue reading A Spiritual Master and a Scribe Walk into a Fast Food Restaurant
