Working in gastromony taught me some things
in life
everything gets more intense

when you add a little salt

:)

My favorite moon is the crescent moon...
For it looks as if the moon was smiling...
Or as if there was a smile high up in the sky...
The bright light of the crescent moon reminds me of your beautiful eyes...
And its shape reminds of your smile...
The truth is...
Even if there was no moon I would still remember your eyes and smile...
For they are eternal...
Like the moon phases...
I will sit by the big tree in the park...
I will enjoy the view of the crescent moon tonight...
It is  bound to be replaced by a new moon in a few days...
Followed by a quarter moon and then a full moon....
I enjoy the moon phases as much as I
enjoy your company, your smile, and the bright of your eyes...
Perhaps you are my moon...

You were a wild, tortured soul
It would take a warrior to tame
The beast that lodged within you

And so I fought in full-battle gear
Until I could not go on and lay down the sword
My armor had dropped off year after year

Until I was naked before all, defeated
Now you are dead my love,
But not by my hand.

Falling fast asleep
Mind takes off for foreign lands
Dreams and nightmares here

I drew stick figures
things were simple

in a pencil world
mistakes were erased
you could start over

but an inchmeal awareness nagged
- the sky isn’t gray, it’s a liquid blue

but crayons were complicated
you couldn’t erase things
mistakes were irrevocable.

and there were 148 colors in the big box
keeping them in rainbow order was work.

growing up is hard

Excitement!
Anticipation!
Dread and Gloom!
All these emotions running through my head to name a few.

Taking the plunge,
And self-publishing one's first book,
Uncertain of this loving recreation's first foray into the world,
Will it be loved?
Will it go unread?
Only time will tell for this collection of prose and truth.