Snippets

Ginger snaps are crumbled in the kitchen, as she experiments with a new recipe- invented on her own. When people meet as adversaries, it becomes a challenge to ever see each other any differently. Oh, if only they could bathe in the same peaceful light! A cloudy coolish start to a Monday leaves her wearing a blue cardigan, and leggings, poemless. The cicadas woke her at three a.m., keeping her awake for hours. Such audacity for him to assume she needed weekly prompts for poems, or guidance writing haiku. Blessings arrive in scribbled notes read from a spiral notebook. The world is held closely spinning in control of not back sliding before the movie ends. Chances taken by speaking what she feels at any given moment does cleanse the build up of edifices- those false promises. This might get anyone closer to living a blue rivered paradise.

There are flowered trees waiting in the depths of the woods for some folks to escape KJL '21