Spillwords Press is the beautiful home to many a bitter creative expression and lingering vanilla thought. As it is also the platform where Hell’s Fire, my first-ever published poem, was featured two years ago, Spillwords Press holds a special place in my heart.
In writing, I search for unusual ways to convey a picture, be it through gastronomical or more literal metaphors. Though I recently received feedback from an editor suggesting ‘bustle’ was too jolting a word to describe the arrival of dusk, I love that I was able to tip him out of his chair built out of normalcy and the expected. While my poem was ultimately rejected, it was different in a way that I love and that the right eyes will also cherish.
In my need for flavor, be it unexpected or delightful, I have discovered I enjoy exploring the connection between words and spices. Food brings people together. Over the table relationships flower and lasting connections are forged. In ink, the special and memorable conversations a favorite or unusual meal sparked between friends or strangers become a powerful metaphor personal to each reader.
In writing Time Lost, food merged with the facet-flavored dish of love.
I invite you to enjoy Time Lost and perhaps taste the words on your tongue.
Let us make ourselves hungry by
Watching cooking shows.
The luminescent screens glorify falsities . . . please continue reading here and share your beautiful thoughts!
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