A little something I wrote for a site I like, as it’s about food–my favorite!
Please enjoy.
Though America has good intentions to eat healthy, the nation still loves its fast food. Just look at …(read the rest here).
"My mistress' eyes are nothing…"
A little something I wrote for a site I like, as it’s about food–my favorite!
Please enjoy.
Though America has good intentions to eat healthy, the nation still loves its fast food. Just look at …(read the rest here).
“Are you mad?” Much to my confusion, someone would occasionally ask me that question out of the blue. Apparently, my face looks unhappy and my attention elsewhere. And though I was not unhappy when asked, I was probably preoccupied. Always…
(One of my articles: Read more here.)
I am fortunate to be a writer. I have worked doing what I love, even if not all writing has been fun. Writing fun quickly withers if you have to do it for a living. My paid writing assignments have varied in scope and subject matter from the mind-curdling banal to the wildly exciting.
One assignment I rather enjoyed for the research I had to do on subjects for which I have passion, food and travel, was writing for the DaringPenguin.com site, which kept me researching and salivating while luxuriating in luscious pictures of gorgeous food, decor and scenery. I loved the job and am sad to see it end as the site is taking a new direction and/or going on hiatus.
Here are five articles I wrote for this site that I hope you enjoy:
Strafing the boulevard, the store lit signs obscenely shout their names
as if no one could hear them, remember their wares and goods, so well,
I can tell which aisle to find band aids for this wound that refuses to heal
scabbed and picked and bled and smoothed and scabbed over and over
or salve for the rims of my heels dried and cracked in winter’s brutal beat.
Restaurants, all sizes, shapes and price ranges scaling a rainbow’s fare
for appetites unending, cresting at habitual hunger hours’ gurgling songs.
How a child longs for happiness in a meal and a toy, romping a petri dish
soaked in saliva and snot and piss and crap laced red plastic pinged balls
or cushioned blows to bodies flung down chutes and ladders’ padded iron.
CVS Pharmacy and McDonalds and Chase bank and Pizza Hut/Taco Bell,
the art of commerce accompanies the blank of night the wreckage left me
twisted in elbowed chin to slump, knee over knee gaze reflected glass cut
through another plane of recognition, climate shift, and chance transformer
where a mind observes facts like neon signs wailing wisdom’s mist, capital.
credit: mattperfectblog.blogspot.com