Caught

May 14, 2014 § 2 Comments

like your wild eyes
I never stopped running
toward the dancing flame

Kitchen Dance

February 9, 2014 § Leave a comment

hot air spirals upward
toward haligen lights
a spinning, circling
steam of buttery garlic
and charred tomatoes
shines heavenly, a spotlight
framing four popping pans
of grease and glitter
that sing a bubble melody
of syncopated sizzle
circling and bouncing
across the very atmosphere
of that silvery room
then a punctuated ring
ends the glistening dance
a stir, a pinch, a lick, a whisk
three, two, one
and dinner is served

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