A Tasty Smell

What’s in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; But how would it taste? Salty, Sour, Bitter, Sweet, That other one, the name For which I always forget Until it is on the tip of my tongue: Umami. A savoury taste locked up in Caramelised meat … Read more

Across White Fields

Across white fields of mounting snow You sense the winds begin to slow, Then feel them bite into your side; Your ashen snout will be your guide Amongst the zephyr’s gentle flow.   You glide along because you know That in the distance far below A ringed seal has been supplied — Across white fields… … Read more

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