Wendigo, hour seventeen

Crunching snow beneath heavy boots, I walked alone. Hands tucked in my pockets, breath fogging as clear light glinted. But as snow began to fall, there was such a weight. Such a weight like a man’s, heavy, when pure, clear air was sliced open with…

Hour 17: batter-fry

Batter-fry Take one woman, docile Add liberal doses of harsh treatment, preferably, in the first few months/years of marriage. Harsh, how harsh? Hmm, comments like, late from work again, flirting with your colleague, didn’t your mother teach you anything, housework first, children first, husband first,…

Diamond

Covered in dirt Blood Sweat Tears Buried Deeper than you want to search Covered in greed Mourning Squeezing Shards of glass Look what I dug up ?

Life’s a Noodle Soup

Life’s a Noodle Soup In the hearth stove the filigree takes shape noodles mixed with spices entangled in coiled knots struggling to be free only a wafting smell escapes Alas..if not such entanglement, what is life? Hour 16 @varenyas

Nessie

Daughter of dragons you fly beneath the North Sea Selkie carousel

Oh No!

that booster fever is kickin in! that hot and cold feeling and clammy skin. arm is more sore than before. Now I gotta try and push though! got an alarm set for every hour to complete this task. I hope I wake up, that’s not…