Crush

Energy Drained Face Pale I feel death Butterfly dances

9. Chocolate Cake

The whirring of the mixer. The splatter of the batter and into the baking tin, then put into the hot oven.   As it cooks, the chocolaty aroma permeats the kitchen of my Momma! Everything is tasty that she bakes But the best is her…

On the Cusp

I have always loved my birthday, June 21, the summer solstice, the longest period of daylight of the year. I have since met people who dislike it, because it marks the beginning of the waning of the light. Sheesh. It’s not as if the amount…

Color Wheel

Green like grass Purple like a heart Orange like a jacket Yellow like a sun Red like a cherry Blue like a sky White like a daisy Black like night

Holidays

The feeling as you step out on your last day of  school Is amplified because the last few weeks of exams have been cruel You feel relief, excitement and exhaustion all simultaneously You are finally free The stress evaporates in thin air And now for…

Colorful

I am an aurora. I am a rainbow. I am a black light, a white light. I am a galaxy. Just trying to be me no matter what.

Hour 9: the color of aundance

the humble watermelon red and juicy in its plumpness bought in abundance by my father   because I was fond of it brings alive his love and warmth, recites my parents’ endearing touch and their wishes of seeing me flourish   nurturing and nourishing extravagance…

Planning an expedition to Norway by ship

I keep thinking earbuds. Don’t forget the earbuds. And the little book light and the novel. Seventeen issue of The New Yorker. My favorite soft pillow. I keep thinking binoculars. A really good bird book. Chocolate bars from Switzerland. Ginger candy. Our deluxe edition of…