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I literally laughed out loud while standing outside Julliard after a Saturday night concert. A group was walking by, evidently discussion their friend’s new boyfriend. “He’s a Wild, Wild West kind of guy and she’s like a Material Girl.” There’s… Continue Reading →
“I did! I did!“Mother I actually did! She knew not of a life other,I have been nothing if not a teaching mother,She’s grasped my technique, perfected my touch,She peeled back skin and casted toward the hutch,The rats devoured the leathery… Continue Reading →
I did, I did!I kept pulling on the chain.I know that my pulling is all in vain,the chain disappears in the fog but I continue to pull.I’ve been told that pulling on the chain is a waste of energy. I’ve… Continue Reading →
“I did, I did”Said the serpent to the kidSlithering across the lidWhere the little one now hid“Down my throat they slid,And the same to you, I now bid.” Through the cracks, the serpent spyingThe boy, solemnly crying“You may not live,… Continue Reading →
“I did! I did!” Life spins and crashes to the groundThrough the maze; around and aroundBlurred and fadedDark and jaded Sweet-tart fragrance floats through the airMuffled tones begin the prayerSilence envelopes the spaceSmiles pull towards my face Whispers gathered round… Continue Reading →
As you can imagine, there’s a lot of LOUD people lumbering down the streets of New York City. Case in point, I was walking through the Union Square Farmer’s Market this Saturday and a 35 year old guy started screaming,… Continue Reading →
“It must be so easy to be a chef around here” I heard my partner say while walking past the blocks and blocks dedicated fully to nourishing the surrounding community. “Easy to get a job sure, but being a chef?… Continue Reading →
“It must be so easy to be a chef around here.” That’s what the little child told me, as I brought him through my hut, filled with all the herbs and spices known to man. I chuckled, looking down at… Continue Reading →
———-“It must be so easy to be a chef around here! There’s markets at every corner.” I rolled my eyes and scoffed; does this man really think his taxi driver wants to make conversation at 2 am? ———- The once… Continue Reading →
You would think It must be easy to be a chef around here,But otherwise you may find my crimes bring a bloody tear,Discarded flesh is chopped aside when purpose has gone astray,My workers toil with every day discarded as I… Continue Reading →
“It must be so easy to be a chef around here,” my reflection in the small mirror above the sink said, “there are no other restaurants in town.” I stared, eyebrows raised just a little. I wasn’t sure I’d seen… Continue Reading →
“It must be so easy to be a chef around here,” I commented to no one. At least 30 people were outside eating food I had never seen before from the downtown restaurants. The sun was bright, the wind rustled… Continue Reading →
It must be so easy to be a chef around here,Because no one will run in fear! This market is a paradise with lots of meat! You can chop their butt,And slice their gut and none will bat an eye,… Continue Reading →
One of the hardest businesses to get started in New York City is the restaurant business. It’s UNBELIEVABLY hard! People will be in the middle of setting up a new cafe, and just give up, leaving it half finished, walking… Continue Reading →
‘It’s not kick-you-in-the-face spicy, it’s just right’ read one of many flashing billboards as I walk these busy streets. I’ve been wandering aimlessly in this city for the past half hour, trying to find my way back to the hotel… Continue Reading →
“It’s not ‘kick you in the face’ spicy”, she says before turning towards me. “What does that even mean?” She adds. Still, I can’t take my eyes off of the dollar signs on that big red sign. It reads “$$Hot… Continue Reading →
“It’s not kick-you-in-the-face spicy, it’s: fire-breathing-dragon-guzzling-gasoline spicy.” Well that’s certainly an interesting subject line. I thought, immediately captivated by the colorful vocabulary. As a successful food critic, I naturally received hundreds of emails per day of restaurant owners requesting I… Continue Reading →
October“It’s not, ‘kick you in the face’ spicy, it’s more of a rising tension then boom kind of spicy.” As I was discussing various details of the new romance novel I’m reading, there he was, the most beautiful person I… Continue Reading →
It’s not kick you in the face spicy,It’s slap you upside the head feisty.The little round soldier first attacked the throat,Charging across a fiery moat,Bringing all the heat, any one could musterCausing the complexion surely to flusterThe tears begin to… Continue Reading →
“It’s not kick you in the face spicy,” my brother said in a joking tone when eating the meat my father always brought back from his hunts. I was having the same dream every night about my family and that… Continue Reading →