Category Archives: Eating, Drinking, Cooking

When Your Roommate is a Hummingbird

via Daily Prompt: Solitary You might find me weeping today in the garden.  Today, on a day of immeasurable beauty.  No man or woman or child has ever seen, made, or been to such a place. It started last night … Continue reading

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When Thunder is Happy

I woke up late.   Late like the rabbit in “Alice in Wonderland”.   Was it a rabbit? I don’t know.  I never read it.  All I know is that it’s very late waking up 7:30 a.m. on a summer morning. I … Continue reading

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The White Trees of Easter

There was a sea of madness surrounding me or maybe I was the sea. Then morning, how still, how white, how blue, how beautiful it all was. Why did I go and buy all those flowers the last minute on … Continue reading

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The Birds are Singing Madly

The birds are singing madly.  Madly, joyously, outrageously.  If you sang like that I would love you forever.  And ever.   Not once did a bird make me angry, or sad, or confused.  They just are.  Perfect beauty, grace, joy.  Until … Continue reading

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Infinity Cake

Let me count the ways to infinity.  Stare at the sun until you see the Aztec god and his gold crown blinding you. Like that day the dazed young queen marched a thousand steps to oblivion.  Heaven was rimmed with … Continue reading

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Ukrainian Christmas Missing

Like a missing person it seems I will never find Ukrainian Christmas again.  It is now  almost gone completely, even from my memory.  How to bring it back again?  I can’t even find a real Ukrainian person to talk to. … Continue reading

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“Into the Mystic”

I don’t know why I am writing about dinosaurs and Van Morrison, kicking his legs on “The Last Waltz”.  These are pictures from a thousand years ago.  He was singing “Caravan”.  He was so chubby, almost busting out of his … Continue reading

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