Palpable Pudding

So many different voices. You can hear their life in the chatter. A crowded room full of people. Food and drink is the serious matter. Refueling for a day. The coffee poured in porcelain mug. Scraping of a plate. Women gabbing over what they love. A cough followed by more hacking. The air is full of breath. We eat and breathe together. Enjoying progressive death. … Continue reading Palpable Pudding

I Have…

I heard a woman behind me speaking as I sat and enjoyed a meal. She was very talkative as she sat there with her parents, and her topics were such a big deal.   As I sat alone, I couldn’t avoid her boastful chatter. She was drowning out concentration. I tried to read things I was interested in, but all I heard was their conversation. … Continue reading I Have…

‘Check, Please.’

As I was sitting in on a sermon at the church my family and I were attending several years ago, which just happened to be right before I was deciding to become what the institutionalized church refers to as, “a member”, I was finished with the nourishment provided. After a several-course meal of the spiritual foods I had never tasted before, throughout a run of … Continue reading ‘Check, Please.’