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Tag: #hour2
2. The Introvert’s Self-Affirming Breakfast (Full Recipe)
Taken from the first page of “The Introvert’s Guide to Survival” pub. 3186 *FIRST A very quick, very necessary, very punctual definition of introversion* (to simply and responsibly whet the pallet) Introversion, as it happens is not a measure of one’s ability to be charming,…
Love’s Kitchen
What do you have today? Well, we’ve got our special. And, what’s that? Well, love on a platter of gold. Oh, really? Yea, but you have to welcome Everything that comes with it. And, what might they be? Oh, our chief chef, Cupid Added a…
Recipe For Survival (hour 2 prompt 2)
Ingredients: 1. Determination 2. Steel 3. Will 4. Diamond dust 5. Faith Made of determination With a core of steel More than a dash of fury And a concentrated will Dip 3 times in diamond dust Add in any rival Mix up well & toss…
2020 Prompt Two (2): Recipe For Manifesting [Hour 2]
To Manifest Your Desires Ingredients for you, and me . . . Know you are: God Christ Power To Create: Imagine What You Desire (Christ Consciousness) God (Create An Image In Your Imagination) Know (It has already manifested) Pray (In gratefulness, as it already is)…
All the Why’s (Hour 2)
You want magic where there is none. In humanity, whose spark is only meant to betray. In God, who is not a genie – no matter how many times you rub his belly with your prayers. In psychics and mediums, who tell you everything you’ve…
Breakfast: A Cultural Appropriation
8 a.m. Tom Kah Thai Coconut soup A breakfast pleasure I feel guilty over Because I’m a white American I swallow Warmth descends, waking me from the inside Between spoonfuls, I remove chunks of galangal and lemongrass from the hot liquid Remembering the first time…
Not Mine (Hour 2)
NOT MINE I felt your hands once, but not as a friend or lover. I felt your body pressed against mine, in a game of moves and counter moves. Silently, secretly… I wanted you to stay there forever. To embrace you, to feel the warmth…
Lost and Wanted
Blindly seeing the countryside as it speeds by. The rhythmic swaying of the train car crowded wth the distance between the passengers. Short phrases in foreign tongues add another blanket to the isolation, enveloping me in my silent desperation. As I lean my forehead on…
Hour two
Your kiss like sweet sangria— slowly loosing its red to my tongue. lingers on my tongue. my tongue wants more.