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Small stone 11-1-2012

I contemplate the stick of celery in my hand; hesitate to put it into the juicer along with the apples, carrot, lemon, ginger and pineapple. It’s too early. I never thought I’d say this but there is definitely a time of day when it is just too early for celery. I’ve just found the title of my next poem, though – Too Early for Celery!

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Small stone 2-1-2012

There’s a sense of organised bedlam in the kitchen. The smoke stampedes out of the oven and heads for the fire alarm. I pull out the tray to access the sizzling fare. A teenager laughs from across the room, comments ‘Wow! Look at that row of sausages!’ It’s pretty impressive, actually – thirty-four sausages plus bacon plus … I’m smiling through the chaos, doing well, catering for an unexpected extra four hungry kids for New Year’s Day brunch. Brunch...

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