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 →


Experimenting, Holding my hand above flame; Fire is still hot. Building the courage, Desensitize what is feared; Safe under control. Spices built the world of shame when flavor is lacking in thy culinary game

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