When it comes to recipes, I cannot leave well enough alone. No matter how fervently and genuinely I vow to follow a recipe, no dish leaves my kitchen prepared as instructed. This, I believe, is why my quest for the perfect flan was doomed to repeated failure at the start. Once upon a time, I…
I listen to a lot of radio, and therefore, a lot of radio commercials. My current favorite is for Cingular. A young man seeks the secret of happiness from a “master on the mountain.” It turns out that the secret to happiness is switching to the Cingular Nation plan and never standing on the left…
Written February 28, 1991. Be my daddy and take care of me Be my lover and love me Be my brother Be my friend Be my everything Let me be who I am Who I want to be and tell me what to do Set me free and chain me with you love I will…
In the song “She Bangs” — made famous by William Hung (poor Ricky Martin) — there is a couple of lines that go: She moves like a moth But she stings like a bee I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t want to be described as moving like a moth. All the moths I’ve…
This poem was written Feb. 8, 1991. At the time I had a crush on one of my co-workers, a compact, handsome Indian man named Sanjay. He had the cutest nose! I wrote quite a few poems while I had that crush, and Sanjay will always have a special place in my heart. Your lips…
There is a song that includes the following lyrics: In the midst of the sailing ships We sink our lips Into the ones we love Who have to say good-bye My question is, how does one “sink” one’s lips into someone? Unless, perhaps, you are a geriatric vampire who forgot to wear your dentures.
Written in 1983. You see an apple. I see knowledge of a million years. You see a circle. I see life, death and rebirth. Why do two people see so differently? What makes one person see surface, while another sees depth? May this be a reason for war? Which insight is right? No one can…