In an ideal world, I would have moved cities, bought myself a small apartment and a cane basket to lower down the window, should I need groceries or fresh bread. I would take apart all connections, only to make my old parents that one phone call every first of the moon, to say that I... Continue Reading →

Love’s Cooking

Infusion of romance and a dreamy kiss; A dash of pressed flowers and embraces' heady mix. A pinch of assault she added, and gave it a little stir; Then waited for the broth to boil, and wiped away a tear. 2 cupfuls of angry letters and a ruby red stone; She added to the cauldron... Continue Reading →

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