Home cooking
I think it’s safe to say that our home wasn’t quite normal. There were always injured birds around the house, like the cormorant who sat quietly in the living room whilst you expertly removed oil from its feathers. Placid until it saw Niagara falls on the box and then all pandemonium broke loose as it […]
a beach cafe romance
if lips didn’t chap and sand didn’t sting dashboards were flat if seagulls could sing if you’d bought a map or rain wasn’t wet if bladders had taps we’d never have met
A Haiku
I’ve been out all day so this is all I had time for. [line] Haiku [lineate]Chilli con carne[/lineate] [lineate indent=1]Chicken vindaloo with rice[/lineate] [lineate indent=2]My wives hated them[/lineate] [line] As you will see the lines are indented. You can’t use either multiple spaces or tabs to do this because the browser will strip them out. […]
Enjoy enjoyment
Enjoy enjoyment “Enjoy!” exhorts the waiter, brightly, placing the dish before me for my delectation. Enjoy..? It doesn’t look all that appetizing, actually, to my jaundiced eye. A bit congealed. Not quite what I imagined when reading the menu. Feel disgruntled, tempted to send it back. But I’m hungry, so pick up knife and fork […]
Day 4.
Picnics can be messy. Here’s one conjured up by Judith Nicholls. http://www.poetryarchive.org/poetryarchive/singlePoem.do?poemId=395 Meals remembered or best forgotten. .