The one time that my brush has composed the words to a piece of free verse.
Gather around, folks, as we elevate the humble eggplant / aubergine / brinjal to exalted heights.
Cauliflower puree. How much more frumpy can one get? But tell you what, dressed and dolled up this way, it’s a pretty good substitute for potato mash, and healthier to boot.
Between two breaths
Between two heartbeats
There is life
Even in a blink
There is vision
What the heck, if I can blaspheme once, I may well again! So, after the previous one, I’ve revisited and reversed ‘She’s Always A Woman’, looking at the man from a female perspective. Continue reading →
I’m intrigued by the fact that some of my lifelong friendships have just “happened”. It was in the second half of July 1955, that my mother came visiting. I was a student in Germa…
Source: An Angel Named Esty