Day: March 2, 2015

OCD

The salt from a French fry             Litters my palm, The scent of onion             And pickles                         And burger grease                                     Soaks through the bun. A bushel of napkins,             But the smell still lingers; There’s no hot water             No […]

Lost in Space

So, of course you are asking yourself… “Where has Mother Hen disappeared to?” Ok, so you haven’t.  That’s ok, I don’t mind… everybody is busy, and my tiny slice of the blogosphere is but a speck in the great, wide universe, a dark, shining space teeming with other […]