Tag Archives: Light-hearted

Of Ovens and Pineapple Tarts

“It must be the oven. It’s over 20 years old at Almond’s place.” Butter proclaimed loudly. “Yes, yes. It wasn’t hot enough and the heat was uneven.” Cinnamon nodded vehemently in agreement. “Bah.” Dough snorted. “Poor cooks make all sorts of excuses.” We were gathered at Dough’s place to make a fresh batch of pineapple […]

Of Poems and Poetry

“What makes a good poem?” I asked aloud with all the innocence I could muster of a person trying to make idle conversation. Of course, I had a vested interest in figuring out if my own poems were better off flushed down the toilet bowl or if they were turds yet polishable. A collective sigh […]