up the stairs
down the stairs
trip on the stairs
keep balance, dont spill, shaky knees,
sizzlin steak in my ear
vinigerette drizzled down my wrinkled blouse,
crouton crunch below my foot,
dam draft beer too much foam go away foam
suspenders
offenders, remembers
go away now
go away MR lau

time for breakfast
round , soft , golden brown ,are my pancakes
greasy, crispy , salty , is my bacon
hot , strong , smooth , is my coffee
time for breakfast
a poem by hasrah kinminc

there are black birds sitting on the bathroom window ledge ...staring in with angry confused looks on there small beaky twitchy faces....they were trying to build a nest in the vent of the bathroom fan.....this was not pleasing to my mother so she had our neighbor block it off with wire.......now they cant finish building there new home, and they ( Read more... )

i tear open the packet of chocolate dust and pour it slowly into my favorite sipping mug...poof! a little cloud of cocoa faintly reaches my nostrils....meanwhile the warming kettle begins to rattle ever so slightly....i plop one then two then a handful of soft plump mini marshmellows into the cocoa powder.....and i wait....whooo!! the kettle has ( Read more... )

ahhh how i love the crisp snap and crunch of fresh celery between my teeth. at that moment a squish of peanut butter glides across my tounge and i am in heaven.........two hours later my breath still has the savory hint of the green crisp celery stalk, and i remember it with joy in my heart.

alpena is forever cold , and nothing is happening in the quiet streets. my co-workers are forever grumpy and cursing for no good reason .... waitressing is bad for one's health..
i love jelly beans and alfred hitchcock...and tom waits is in my cd player.......... i am going to have myself a parsley sandwhich and some grape soda...