Frames of Scent

Sticky sweet smell of maple syrup in morning Mingle with muffled talk over oily weak coffee or early evening spicy scents of soupy chili before whip cream drowned slices of pumpkin or apple pie hang about the house like pictures of meals framing past, present and future images of grandma’s kitchen. Even hanging in the […]

Another Recent Poem

This is another poem that started with a thought — my grandparent’s house — I just started writing, and as is often the case, the poem kinda just took over.  So for those of you counting — this recent poem number two. My Grandparent’s Basement Sticky sweet smells of maple syrup in morning or early […]