Through the Aperature of a Dove
By Kathleen Tonn

The writer opened the door to his writing closet. The door's hinges creaked, not unlike the front door of Thoreau's cabin, located by Walden Pond. These rusty hinges need oil thought the lanky, outdoors man. Inside, he turned the lamp on. It sat on his 19th Century wooden desk. He reached for his grocery list intent on adding WD40 oil. No doubt my bud, Thoreau, would've used olive oil to treat his door's rusty hinges. He laughed to himself. I reserve my precious olive oil for my famous Mediteranian dish.

In his mind's eye, the writer imagined an evening meal with Thoreau. I'd serve him my best Port to help him relax as we dined on my famous chicken, lemon, oregano and feta dish. That is the only Mediteranian recipe I know. I've perfected my recipe over the years. Yep, I test drove it on the guys at work. They gave me rave reviews. Yeah, my bud and I, we'd talk about the craft of writing. I have so much to learn.

After adding WD40 to...