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When I cook for you

Here, I say, is my story

On a plate or in a bowl

Soups of fire, budding mountains

Red rings of oily kisses

Stir fries of grey mornings… 154 more words

Original Writing

Entry 3


Understanding people is…hard for me. Not because I don’t understand humanity. No, I don’t understand when people interact with me. Humanity is simple, and easy to grasp. 1,465 more words

Creative Writing

The Taste of Paper

After seven years of silence
—a soft mumble of an email.
I miss you.
More of a murmur in sleep
than a conscious sentiment.

But we were never friends. 120 more words

Living The Dream

I remember it as if it were yesterday,
Awkwardly attempting to connect,
Humor covering up the desire for respect.
Fear was met by boldness – objection. 407 more words


Entry 2


Given the chance to spend all those nights talking again, or take the other choice of just going to bed, I’d never change my choice. 2,097 more words

Creative Writing

Eating Grief For Dinner

green lines my pathways
snow abandoned christmas this year.
left it to shiver,

dust covered instrument cases
dancing abandoned as carrots cook.
house silent, 18 more words



i) racing cross dew dappled grass
sliding into wood
face splintered with tears.
an hour later shivering with delirium

clear tubing connects vein to mechanics. 113 more words