The Writer Must Be Well Fed
a grocery list is just another love letter : honey for your tea cherries, plums blueberries & syrup for breakfast. cinnamon sticks matches, olives, bordeaux rosemary, sea salt sunflower oil. chocolate kisses, paper napkins, ice 4 lemons – or is it 4 limes for your mother’s recipe? lavender fresh scent laundry detergent for your … Continue reading The Writer Must Be Well Fed
Blanc
Cumulonimbus tidal waves blanket the sky like an overcast of clean bed sheets calming you into a dream. It’s a lot like having your head in the clouds, but you’re still grounded, rooted like a white orchid – a delicate luxury. And it’s an astonishing thing: the feeling of snow on phantom limbs. It … Continue reading Blanc
Rouge
It smells like rose water and tastes like chili peppers. You feel it when smiling up at the sun, when your chest tightens, when your skin flares up. It sounds like moaning and hair pulling. It reminds you of apple picking on an early morning. It can be the cold touch of fingertips or the … Continue reading Rouge
Standing Beside Your Shadow
I desire and I crave. You cannot tame me. Inside my chest is a mess of flames striking against my ribcage of matches. My heart is an enamored torch. When my lungs erupt, you hear me roar gently into the night. You watch the embers flutter from my fire into ash like incandescent … Continue reading Standing Beside Your Shadow
“I love you, coward”
Your tongue trips over your teeth and my mind drips like syrup, sugar coating what needs to be said. If I dared you to dive into the depths of our drunken minds would you be honest with your hands caressing my hips, with your lips, gifting me sweetness in the shape of shoulder kisses … Continue reading “I love you, coward”
Why I Write
In the introduction of his short essay Why I Write, George Orwell begins with this following notion: “From a very early age, perhaps the age of five or six, I knew that when I grew up I should be a writer.” Most children have a vague impression of who they want to be when they … Continue reading Why I Write
Georgia O’Keeffe: “I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn’t say any other way – things I had no words for.”
Visionary of the twentieth century, Georgia O’Keeffe is characterized as a renowned abstractionist and an iconic landscape painter. Her work helped to advance American Modernism, and her transcendence of traditional realism named her an artistic revolutionary. Appreciation for O’Keeffe and her artwork stems from O’Keeffe’s ability to transform an organic impression into an artistic vision. … Continue reading Georgia O’Keeffe: “I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn’t say any other way – things I had no words for.”
