The salt of the earth is not known for a bedside manner. Theirs is not for tasting the white of an egg, but predatory, sponged an...

They linger, still play in the keys, stick to my fingers with marmalade. I sip coffee impulses, snack between words ...

One of my personal faves at the Columbus Museum of Art is George Tooker's Lunch, 1964, egg tempera on gesso panel.  Despite the lovely...