Le Puff de Fromage

When the music stopped. The highways collided. Route 1970. It fell into place Our lips finally taste. those moments No … More


Forgive me this confabulation of fromage – but it is, indeed, National Poetry Month..in, err, The States, but I assume … More

Keep Smooching

With Valentines left behind in Februarys greying thighs, we must continue to flounce our love. Ruffle his, or her, feathers, … More