All the images of Christmas past run together like the mix for some sumptuous fruit cake, from which the crumbs will scatter memories, trivial and momentous, garnished by the flow of years. Each crumb falling, out of any natural sequence, so that youth overrides childhood, middle-age falls ahead of youth. Yet childhood remains forever the most crystal-clear of Christmas images, and are relived—and relived. As all the cake...
Ginger, Queen Karen and Kiera Were overjoyed when The Nymph Queen Chrissy came nearer But haste did make Felt over joyed Drinking tea Eating madiera cake Chrissy whats going on? Queen Karen said Queen Chrissy said Something feels wrong I have lost my foresight I feel like my mind Is completely blind It just doesn't feel right Its all lost I see nothingJust like A deep frost Cloudy and grey Who can say But bad things are g...
Broccoli And Cake After a long day at play, I came in for a meal. On my plate was Broccoli, “Hey! What’s the deal?” “It’s good for you.” Mom said to me, and I’d better eat it now. My stomach didn’t want it though, and decided to have a cow. “Oh mom, I’m feeling sick;” to her I tried a lie. Hearing the fib she turned to me and gave me the ‘All-knowing eye’. She did not say a word to me, simply walked out of the room. Uh-oh...
“What did you learn from this?” My therapist talking. She thinks that there are lessons in everything. My answer? “Next time, cut vertically, not horizontally. Also, white wine goes much better with sleeping pills than red.” I’m planning on working this into a comedy routine. I think I have a future. I’m supposed to be writing about my feelings. I made the mistake of telling her I’m a writer. I didn’t mention that most of...
Three cups refined sugar fresh, sweet, and white,Three sticks of butter creamed in a fusion.Three eggs to blend, bind, and whip the delight.Now, add flavor to avoid exclusion. Add flour; stir slow for moistness to thrive. Pour in three-fourths cup of 7-Up, cold.Preheat oven to three seventy-five.Grease and flour a Bundt pan: a cake mold. Pour the fluffed mixture into the Bundt pan.Bake for an hour and fifteen minutes.Let...
Cass was lying on her bed, looking up at the ceiling. It was summer, and she’d been looking forward to it, but this year, there was nothing to do. She heard her parents’ footsteps as they came up the stairs, so she slid under her duvet. The door opened and in walked her father, followed by her mother. Let me take a minute to tell you a bit about Cass. She was a seven year old girl who had flame coloured hair and sparkling...
