Hiss of samosas hitting the frying pan. Crackle from chips being wrapped. Vibrating boom from the record stall. The air alive with spices and smoke and handshakes and happy. Chuckles and street cackles bounce around the market. The paved streets lined with locals with rich stories. This will always be our town. Let me know your thoughts in the comments below! Beautiful.

Monday, January 23, 2012. I woke in the middle of the night to a thunderstorm, and I enjoyed celebrating this rainy birthday with lunch with a good friend and an afternoon nap. Saturday, January 7, 2012. On the Changes the New Year will Bring. Amanda and I started an online cooking show Spatula. I grew 50 lbs of sunchokes.

Creative writing, fiction, poetry, short stories. June 28, 2013 by Bob Vavilis. Middot; Leave a Comment. Wavering fingers pried open the box. Hypnotic stare at the pieces. Pieces tumbled, falling on the table. She began to negotiate the border, the wall around her life. The setting of her existence. The realm of cause and effect. Struggling, fumbling, with the border, fearing to place the last piece. The wall could not contain her.

Dance upon the fabric of Spacetime,. Following their paths of orbit. Like models upon an orrery. Tumbling through the desolate vacuum of the Cosmos. We are akin to mites on the infinite scale of the Universe;. What more is there to see. Or the limits of what we can perceive? Posted 1 year ago. Oh, Lonely Black Sheep! Where the Black Sheep are cast,.

Prose and Thorn is the place to read pointed prose with a progressive social and political slant. Thursday, January 08, 2015. Freedom and the assertion of the true self. They had something to say, these journalists. They could not say nothing, even though it was obvious their government could not protect them. Saturday, November 29, 2014. Saturday, November 22, 2014. 8220;The idea that the people can simply ge.