“As I ate the oysters with their strong taste of the sea and their faint metallic taste that the cold white wine washed away, leaving only the sea taste and the succulent texture, and as I drank their cold liquid from each shell and washed it down with the crisp taste of wine, I lost the empty feeling and began to be happy and to make plans.”
It has become the time to begin to dare greatly. To live with authenticity, one moment at a time. This blog is a practice in tasting oysters: with words, images, thoughts, or ideas. Inspiration comes from the daily grind, from people-watching, and thinking over a 5:30 beer or a good red blend, and getting up too early to study poetry. Oh… I’m currently in my first year of a poetry M.F.A program. So you’ll probably see a bit about that along the way.
About the author: I’m a 40-something small-town-girl-turned-suburbanite. I write poetry and some blog bits. I work at a university where I do not teach. I used to teach high school, and have failed/grown wise through many other experiences, as well. Writing continues to guide me through the management and struggle and pure wonder of being a human. I’ve published a couple of poems and continue to create a body of work through my M.F.A. program.