Wednesday, August 10, 2011
The path unknown
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
You don’t have to go, you’re my Poetry Man
It’s funny how life leads us back to the past when we least expect it. I’ve been missing me, and wanting to get back to me for a long time now, and now that I am back I am not so sure this is where I want to be. Am I lost? I am not so sure. Some days I feel as if I am exactly where I should be and others, I am so far away from the person and the place I want to be it breaks my heart.
I picked up my guitar this afternoon to pour my heart out, and it came-it came with abandon. I am willingly holding my wrist out for it to be cut and I am happy about it, such is bliss. There must be something in me that is flawed and scared or maybe I am completely coherent and cognitive, craving experience, quickening my life. Conflicted? To say the least. It’s my own personal dualism. That is what makes it all so tricky. One moment I want it all-decadence, debauchery, lust, risk, the ultimate edge- and the next moment, only purity. Who am I? Who I’ve always been…society just snuck in a little bit.
I am ready to walk freely into my decision, but I am not sure it will be that willingly, without judgment or guilt. I am not sure it will be without challenge, tears and drama. But, I want nothing else, and nothing more at the moment.
So for now, I revisit the bohemian artist dwelling within my soul. She always wants to come out to play when I am conflicted. I wish, with everything in my soul, that I have the strength to live within her or banish her once and for all. The latter will never occur. It’s impossible to let oneself disappear even if it is something that may be the absolute best thing for living and surviving in this harsh, real, financially driven, materialistic world. That world has no place for her-the sensualist, the lover, the beautiful dreamer. And so she suffers. But she willingly and almost joyfully suffers the cut that only cuts the heart.
The Poetry Man:
You make me laugh
Cause your eyes they light the night
They look right through me
You bashful boy
You're hiding something sweet
Please give it to me yeah, to me
Talk to me some more
You don't have to go
You're the Poetry Man
You make things all rhyme
You are a genie
All I ask for is your smile
Each time I rub the lamp
When I am with you
I have a giggling teen-age crush
Then I'm a sultry vamp
Talk to me some more
You don't have to go
You're the Poetry Man
You make things all right
So once again
It's time to say so long
And so recall the cull of life
You're going home now
Home's that place somewhere you go each day
To see your wife
Talk to me some more
You don't have to go
You're the Poetry Man
You make things all rhyme
**Phoebe Snow, 1975
Friday, April 8, 2011
Poetry & Wine
Temptation
Flipping through the latest Hollywood magazine
Gazing at your glossy celluloid dream
Half a glass of warm red wine
And a lit cigarette
I suppose I could wish you into my life
Find a red candle and a flame to light
Half a glass of warm red wine
And a lit cigarette
A sliver of the moon hanging low in the sky
The acoustic guitar in my room begins to cry
Half a glass of warm red wine
And a lit cigarette
Swaying and slow dancing in the hall
Press me up tight and long against the wall
Half a glass of warm red wine
And a lit cigarette
Kissing until you bruise my lips
Hands wandering down around my hips
Half a glass of warm red wine
And a lit cigarette
The heat of your touch and the palm of my hand
The sweet taste, salty sweat, a delicious man
Half a glass of warm red wine
And a lit cigarette
The initial temptation of skin against skin
Invoking waves of delay in me again
Half a glass of warm red wine
And a lit cigarette
Perfume of last night lingers low in the air
Your fingers run through my tangled hair
Half a glass of warm red wine
And a lit cigarette
We never think twice about etiquette
They don’t have to know what we’ll never forget
Half a glass of warm red wine
And a lit cigarette
The pale light of the dawn warms my skin
Pulling me back from where I’ve been
Half a glass of warm red wine
And a lit cigarette.
Sonnet:
The Blood of the Gods
Just one grape is so precious and so rare
That has only lived in ever one place
And a lovely maiden with long red hair
On the lips of a dying man she traced
A wine reserved for Caesars and for Kings
Poets of Rome praised the Falerian
And about it often the chorus sings
The name was buried by historians
The blood of the gods and the blood of man
Long ago forgotten just like this wine
And a myth I will never understand
Covered long ago by the ash of time
From Mt Vesuvius and Mt Vulture
Aglianico is still the poet’s lure
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How can I become everything to me?
How can I conquer the world
When I haven’t even conquered
My own hometown city yet?
How can I soar to new heights
When I haven’t ever stepped
Out of the wadding pool just yet?
How can I ever love you
When I don’t even know who you are
I haven’t even met you yet?
How can I become everything to me
When I don’t even really know
What that is just yet?
How do I begin to feel
And make it real
After so many years of hiding?
When will I set it right
And give up the fight
And begin living instead of lying?
Monday, February 14, 2011
Say It With Chocolate 2011
Last Thursday, I had the great pleasure of being a celebrity judge for the 6th Annual “Say it With Chocolate,” Denver’s Best Tasting Competition, to benefit Joan Farley Academy and Third Way Center. I joined an esteemed judging panel including: newscaster Tom Green of KWGN, Ellen Gray of Colorado View Magazine, Lori Midson the Café Society Editor at Westword, newscaster and veteran chocolate judge Tom Mustin of CBS. We had the delicious task of judging three tables filled with some of the best chocolate Denver has to offer. Sounds great in theory, but by the time we were halfway through the second table we all knew we were in for serious chocolate hangovers!
The lavish event took place on the main floor of the Historic Union Station building in LoDo. The vintage room was filled with live music, laughter, families and chocolate. Over a hundred people wandered gleefully from table to table, sipping on hot chocolate, tasting tortes, cupcakes, brownies, cakes, truffles, popcorn, candies, and the best mole in Denver.
Browse the listing below to discover the entrees and the winners. I hope to see you all lined up for this decadent tasting next year.
The Amateur Entrees:
Cakes & Tortes:
Jane Dempsey Brownies-Winner
Candies:
Jane Dempsey Walnut Fudge
Students of Joan Farley Academy Chocolate Teacup filled with Fresh Berries-Winner
Miscellaneous:
Students of Joan Farley Academy Chili with a hint of Chocolate
Cyl Barnosa Chicken Mole a la Arvizu-Winner & Best Overall Entree
The Professional Entrees:
Cakes & Tortes:
The Shoppe Salted Caramel Cupcake
The Shoppe Death by Chocolate Cupcake
The Shoppe Nutella Cupcake
Epicurean Catering Chocolate Linzer torte
Après Dessert Bar Flourless Torte with Pomegranate
Lovely Confections Cake-Pop
McCormick’s Catering Three Layer Chocolate Mousse Cake-Winner
Candies:
Enstrom Candies Almond Toffee-Winner
Robin Chocolates Salt Caramel Lollipop
Truffles:
Truffles in Paradise Caramelized Passion fruit Butterfly Truffle
Truffles in Paradise Heart of Gold Fleur del Sel and Caramel
Truffles in Paradise Bubbly Champagne Truffle
Truffles in Paradise Hawaiian Sunset Truffle
Truffles in Paradise Crimson Black Tea and Blood Orange Truffle
Robin Chocolates Vanilla Spiced Rum Truffle
Robin Chocolates Rose Caramel Truffle
Robin Chocolates Lavender Truffle-Winner and my personal favorite
Cookies & Brownies:
McCormick’s Catering house made Chocolate Brownie with Bananas-Winner
Miscellaneous:
Dip ‘n delights Chocolate Fountain with fruit, pretzels, and cakes,
McCormick’s Catering Red Wine Pot de Cream-Honorable Mention
Too Haute Cowgirls Fistful of Fleur de Sel Popcorn-Winner
Too Haute Cowgirls Dark, Sweet, and Wicked Popcorn
Too Haute Cowgirls Cowgirl Coffee Popcorn
Too Haute Cowgirls Chili Con Chocolate Popcorn