Wind so strong, it negates the benefits of the shirt on my back.

I offer the sky a herbal tea.

Sometimes all it takes is a sip.

Oh baby, baby, don’t try this…try that.

Yes, it rhymes with…we’re outa’ time.

That’s incorrect it doesn’t rhyme, it fits like glove.

We have exclusive rights whatever anyone says.

Slumped in a tiny armchair, feet propped precariously on a book standing on end, she let out a sigh the size of a cat’s yawn.

The pen she had used to scribble acidic remarks in the margins of this bubbling novel, fell to the floor hardly marking that special moment.

Would her guests really want to eat, or could she get away with opening potato snacks and a Napa Valley roncini?

Dreaming by day.

Carving marble columns by night.

We took a taxi to get closer to the music.

After all, we discovered our own solid and ethereal compositions.

You can eat chocolate cake and strong cheese at the same time.

I would not want to.

But I do like to create new recipes.