Denmark, Kangaroo, Orange by Kevin Griffith My rating: 5 of 5 stars I had breakfast with Kevin this morning. Sausage and day-old pancakes with jam. And tea. We laughed as we discussed aging, travel, writing, and the odd mythology. When I say "we laughed," I mean to say that I laughed and sensed that Kevin…Read more Danish Breakfast
I remember a night long ago, as the sun set behind the marché and a lone spire peered through the dust laden air, a lone bicyclist made his way down this empty street toward home confident that sagabo would soon warm him. Confident that after this meal, his world would sleep through the winter night wrapped in a cobalt breeze.