Poor Man’s Diamond
Pluck me from the earthand anoint me with blood.My solace is a velvet lined boxor slender finger.Be gentle when you carve.Cleaving my whole, to get to the precious center so you may inspect mycolour cut and clarity.I’ll shatter your teeth with a caress,cracked enamel whistling a tune of eternity.Polish me and clean me,put me…
Skunkape Requiem
I smell weed. Earthy and green and damp. Damp as sweat on skin, underneath armpits, collecting on an upper lip, slipping down groin and onto the damp earth. Sweet. Humans always smelled a little sweet. I didn’t smell humans too often, and when I did they were always sweating. I am always sweating. My fur…
A Plate of One’s Own
Entertainment Value and Small Plates in the Miami Food Scene “Miami sneaks up on you. Or, do we change, and find ourselves sneaking up, washing up, ending up in Miami?” – Anthony Bourdain Small Plate vs. Beef Case There is almost nothing more ubiquitous than Miami and food. In Miami, you can experience hundreds of…
