i am innately drawn to plight and dilapidation;
the buildings, streets and faces the world has turned a blind eye to.
now, i am merely an observer- gathering thoughts and clues until one day i can figure out how to truly make a difference
10.10.2010
sauce
dice
mince
chop
a dance of knives
and spoons
searing heat
from below
a sultry sizzle
mating call
to the stomach
wafting spirals
thick clouds
of spice
dance around
a nose flared wide
oil sparks from
iron
tines grate across
the plate
morsels to savor
tongue applauds the
concerto
