Well, I've started a new adventure. It's far too soon to know if it will be a success or not, but I'm eager to do all I can in order to see it become one. I'm the new Pinup Chef of Denver! Not only am I staring in my own web series (complete with a producer, director, editor, camera man and audio technician as well as sponsorship from CainsCreativeCakes.com so be sure to check them out!), but I'm also a studio chef teaching my recipes in front of an actual participating audience. It's really exciting for me! The first three episodes have already been filmed, and the first one is already live. I'm soooo excited!
Of course the audio needed work in the pilot episode. That's when we got the audio engineer for the following two episodes.
Also:
I have a new blog!!! Just started it, actually. You should check it out.
http://apinupchef.blogspot.com/
Tuesday, November 7, 2017
Monday, November 6, 2017
Chambers of the Heart
Chambers of the Heart
How long does it normally take
For one poor heart to finish breaking?
While the events may set things in motion in minutes,
The pain may last a lifetime.
Like a peeling pomegranate,
Each chamber is filled with delicate jewels,
Each fragile, each only a pin prick away from bleeding.
Is it better to leave the thick skin over the surface
And to protect the fragile inside?
Or is it better to open the skin
With the piercing of a knife,
score the surface,
Rip open the bleeding fruit
And consume the very seeds of life within?
Once they're gone, each expiring in its own way,
Gnashed apart by biting teeth and words of hate,
What remains but the empty shell?
The last seed,
Bitten, bleeding,
Consumed by someone else.
How long does it normally take
For one poor heart to finish breaking?
While the events may set things in motion in minutes,
The pain may last a lifetime.
Like a peeling pomegranate,
Each chamber is filled with delicate jewels,
Each fragile, each only a pin prick away from bleeding.
Is it better to leave the thick skin over the surface
And to protect the fragile inside?
Or is it better to open the skin
With the piercing of a knife,
score the surface,
Rip open the bleeding fruit
And consume the very seeds of life within?
Once they're gone, each expiring in its own way,
Gnashed apart by biting teeth and words of hate,
What remains but the empty shell?
The last seed,
Bitten, bleeding,
Consumed by someone else.
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