About Caren
Creative writing professor, craft beer enthusiast, & general foodie- so basically a typical alcoholic poet living in London.
Or why putting sweet potatoes in a cake is a great idea. Because my London kitchen is lacking some of the necessities of dessert baking and because of my newly found calorie conscience, it has been far too long since … Continue reading →
Posted in Cooking
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Tagged cooking, food, recipe
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Or why the bus needs new brake pads Two Four Three to Wood Green. Today I got on the 243 with the worn out brakes and chalk board rotors. All 31 stops from Holborn Station to Lynmouth Road, I was … Continue reading →
Or a sneak peek of what I’ve been working on lately. Over the past few months, I’ve been working on a collection titled “Whiskey & Cactus Wine: A Dedication to the West.” Most of this collection includes found poetry crafted from … Continue reading →
Or Cheers to Audiozines A quick thanks to In Stereo Press for publishing one of my performance pieces titled “Talk Static to Me.” Check the website for my piece and browse the other audio tracks cause audiozines are lovely. 🙂
Or Cheers to my First Poetry Publication I just wanted to say thanks again to Cutaway Magazine– a literary magazine based out of Manchester- for accepting one of my poems titled “Someone Suggests We Stop for Family Portraits.” It is … Continue reading →
Or why you should keep track of your personal belongings I lost my journal in the Chicago Public Library. Set down to free my hands and it lay forgotten among the books. Level 5 near the classics I set it … Continue reading →
Posted in Poetry
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Tagged chicago, poetry, rambles
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Or what happens when I speak in Texan This piece (and many of the previous western themed pieces below) comes from a collection I have been working on titled Whiskey and Cactus Wine: A Dedication to the West. (Please note: … Continue reading →
Or the corny ramblings of a traveler I have never quite understood the phrase “The world is your oyster.” Perhaps, my first experience eating an oyster still sticks too strongly into my mind to make the connection between possibility and … Continue reading →
Or a poem about a lovely T-Rex I met Sue today in downtown Chicago. Casually hanging out at the Watering hole, she looked down At me as if this was an everyday Occurrence. Tame to people, She was mild mannered … Continue reading →
Posted in Poetry
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Tagged chicago, poetry
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Or some things you should know before heading across the pond Lately, there has been some talk among friends about visiting Bryan and I here in London in the coming year so I thought I would compile a list of … Continue reading →
Posted in Life
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Tagged London, tourist, visitors
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