She ate cinnamon on her toast like every morning. Her grandma had her tea and her arm had a tremor as she poured it. Their dog licked her elbow and the girl gave him a small piece. Her grandma glared disapprovingly. She hurriedly finished and…

Funeral Singers hour 8 credit: Funeral Singers by Sylvan Esso all italic lines are credited to the song under starry skies I hold the fire in my hand and stretch to the sky all my friends are funeral singers the weight of love is a…

There is a dull distaste for the world that begins with myself. The anger with inefficiency begins with my own lack of discipline. How sorely I tread through the day ahead, wounded and ready to attack. Behind all the sharp words I save in my…

Falling Colorful Fleeting Warmth

Speeding Hiding Laughter Oh fun Game over finally

Pick 5 words & use them in a poem…   I feel you; your cinnamon skin livened by a tremor under my jacket, As we huddle close to the bayou, My heart flutters, too – Stirring on the lightbulb; fresh tenderness – Admitting that I fell for you.

Tarty Sweet Pie Plain Beautiful Perfect

Where the heart is. Irreplaceable. How Can It Compare. Where I want to be…

one bucket, one beet a drought, heat wave, no jacket, wasp! elbow!! tremor!!!  

Coming in from the cold Hanging our jackets to dry Faces red as beets From the wind outside Warming with wine Mulled with cinnamon We split a bucket of popcorn In front of the fire We watch the elk through the trees Tremors of warmth…