First, about the title: it comes from the first lines of a poem I wrote a few years back,
“Purple splash of glory on kitchen ceiling —
the day the pressure cooker burst and let rip ruby whorls of pent-up feeling !”
The poem is called Ode to Beets, and it’s a tribute to major moments in my life that featured borsht. (Yes, I’m part Ukrainian and I love chunky homemade soup.) You can find the whole poem in my Poetry section, along with other originals. Even if you’re not a ‘poetry person’, I hope you’ll check it out, and maybe I can change your mind. Some of my poetry has been published, and one comment I keep getting from readers is that my poems are “accessible”— that means ‘easy to understand’ in the world of poetry. I also share a lot of myself in my verse, if you like that sort of thing (and of course you do!) So have a peek, and while you’re at it, mosey around the other sections, too. There’s more: I plan to keep adding lots of interesting bits and articles, following no particular theme — that’s the ‘whimsy’ part. There’ll be something, I hope, for everyone.
I started this blog after featuring some articles called “London, the Letter, and Looking Back” on Henry’s website, Gloriopolis.I know many of you have landed here in search of my next installment, and you’ve come to the right place. The next section of that series is called “Turn, Turn, Turn”. Please don’t start reading it till you’ve finished the London section; it will make a lot more sense if you start at the beginning!
I hope you’ll accept my invitation to stick around, read as much as you like, and add your own spicy comments to the soup!
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