A Song Unfurled
Poetry is the song of the spoken word gliding gleefully, playfully sliding smooth as the devil’s tongue. The true sound is not of a novel told in long form, in paragraph, broken to imitate a mold. It speaks, it cries, it screams to be read, a melody as interpretation unfolds. The flowery tale it need…
Squirming among the grains of paradise, lost in the mystical feeling of a soft blanch, just enough to feel the pulpy softness of breast. Sautéing the flesh in the rarest of saffron, colored in red and the gold of turmeric, rich in thoughts and desires. A spiritual sensation, a sensual kitchen, where heat of anise…
The Heart of Home
Fire warms the stove, warms the kitchen, warms the home. Elements of the past forever necessary in our present, your future. The heart of home, of sustenance, of time.
Safety is nothing to a girl who is already starving
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