When I wrote the post about church cookbooks, I realized I don't have my mother's recipes, so I wrote and asked her to send some. She sent this recipe for sultana scones first. As you can see, there is no method to her recipe. All I can remember her telling me was not to handle... Continue Reading →
L is for Love and Baking Cakes
At a poetry reading last week, I asked the audience for topics. A young man seated with what was obviously his girlfriend asked for 'Love'. So I read a poem I wrote in 1989. Here's the opening of that poem, set to beats and loops. Even though I mixed it with vocal presence, and it... Continue Reading →
