SoCS: Prose from the Pod

Brush me right there On the belly square Along the soft, creamy hair If you naively dare I’m going to stay right here Not to be cavalier, but… Don’t go near Queenie dear She’s up to something, I fear I command the brush, I say It is the pampering day Hold the hairspray Human, do not walk away In the shadows I shall hide With knowledge, abide In safety simplified From Ziva’s brand of homicide Brush me, brush me now!Read more

I’m Hungry!

“The belly is an ungrateful wretch, it never remembers past favors, it always wants more tomorrow.” ~Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn~ And so it was, the Saturday morning after my boss’s retirement party. After an evening filled with appetizers such as pretzels and beer cheese dip, meatballs, sausage and cheese, taco dip, raw veggies and delicious crostinis. After a few slices of pizza. After a couple of drinks. And after the cake…the magnificent lemon poppy seed cake! I ate like Miss Piggy. Yet,Read more