A story poem that explores the relationship between the elixir of life…and what you’re willing to pay for it.
Word got back to him that his likeness was taking shape in the art room, and I remember looking up from the painting one day to see him standing on the sidewalk outside the studio, watching his face come to life on canvas…
My kitchen smells as good as it did the first time I tried the recipe, and now I realize I DO have a special Jarlsberg memory—it’s just taken it a little while to come full circle.
Mardi Gras, King Cake…Crawlin’ King Snake? Now where did that come from? Laissez les bon temps rouler!
A rut and a groove have a lot in common: in one sense, they’re both related to repetitive movement or action; something you do over and over until a corresponding rut or groove develops, eventually defining and even becoming part of the action.