Poetry

Pasta Fagioli – a fun poem

Naked cloves of garlic popping, sizzling. Tomatoes bumping against onions, swirling, spinning in spicy brine. Red and white beans bobbing. Macaroni elbows nudging one another, bubbling up. A turn of the spoon Metal against metal Hot, hot, hot. An orgy of flavors Performing On the electric stage. Read more…

Dinner at Grandma’s

In my quiet kitchen, I lay my head on my shoulder, close my eyes, and listen: Golden oil crackles in a copper pot,  Crisping bits of egg-dipped chicken. Unpeeled potatoes roll along the countertop, Only to be fluffed up in the famous blue bowl. The stove timer buzzes, Feet clunk down the stairs, Chairs squeak […] Read more…