Almost Al Dente – A Poem

Frustration boils over like a pot of pasta left on the burner too long with the cover over it. We don’t know when our number is up, but we should check the egg timer periodically.

Split Roads – A Poem

The choice before you is simple, a bent fork in the road. On the one hand, you can walk away from all you’ve ever known, all of the pearls of knowledge you’ve collected and where around your neck as a precious necklace. Or, you can continue down the path with blinders restricting your vision, showing … Continue reading Split Roads – A Poem