ghost flame memory adjusting temperature proclaiming victory adding spice to life la vida es mejor
in the kitchen he sliced honeydew into haphazard cubes leaving me to my own devices ordering metallic knife strikes on remaining ingredients and smiling with glee
He sat with the curtains drawnMulling over a half eaten bagelBits of cream cheese caught on the edgeSaying something about the weather& whether or not it was wise to shoot the breeze I took him up on the offer, having finished my coffee and being ready for the next opportunity The rusty engine coughing, sputtering... Continue Reading →
The honeydew vine,Deprived of water is sad;Melodramatic. I replenish it,Talking nicely to the leaves;Such a pretty vine.