Paint streamed down her arms. Little drops of swirled worlds. Hurried strokes of reds and blues, whirled onto the once white canvas. Pent up emotion, fear, frustration, sadness. Unending, undisguised, sadness. Her hand trembled as she dropped it to her... Continue Reading →
Thursdays are for pasta. Sauce made from scratch, Pasta too, if we're being ambitious. As we chop garlic, sprinkle oregano, Crush pepper, slice tomatoes- We converse. Anecdotes about work, minor grips about coworkers. The ritual of it, the feel of... Continue Reading →
Of all the things I’ve tried. Of all the things I’ve attempted The effort expended in trying to love- In learning to love, Has been the most worthwhile.
You feel like, Warm, buttery, syrup, Atop of golden pancakes fresh out the pan.