Ghost of a Kung Pao Chicken – Part 2

I’m a server at an Americanized Chinese restaurant. This is based on real experiences: Caroline ate fried rice at one of the nineteen empty patio tables collecting dust that Thursday morning. When she started working at Lee’s Family Kitchen four years before, mornings included a gracious and considerate assortment of noodles and protein cooked fresh … Continue reading Ghost of a Kung Pao Chicken – Part 2 →

“The Party” – Day 22 of National Poetry Month

A wheel of cheese, a cellar full of wine A seat with my name specially arranged To reach my favorite dishes and to see The host when toasts and blessing are exchanged By uninvited invitation called Though inconvenient, all appointments changed With no one quite themselves as they arrived To feast a host we knew … Continue reading “The Party” – Day 22 of National Poetry Month →