At the Diner

“Pray tell, kind sir, what culinary pleasure can I bestow upon you today?” She poises her pen upon her pad and awaits his response.   “Um, I’d like some scrambled eggs. Do ya’ll have grits? I sure do like grits with butter or lordy they are down right scrumptious with gravy. Got any red-eye gravy … More At the Diner

As Is the Nature Of

A perfect blue robin egg sits on my porch, perfect except it’s broken. I fancy the chick is safe in its nest mouth gaping for morsels from mother crying out, grasping life as is the nature of robins. More likely the egg was snatched by a hawk the yolk consumed on the fly, the concentrated nutrients used … More As Is the Nature Of