He always has some sort of sweet sitting on his kitchen countertop. And each time I’m there I make sure to take a peak at which new delight he has picked out for that week. Coffee cake seems to be a reliable favorite. It reminds me of my granddad.
By Kate5 years ago in Humans
A vice, the apple constricting. Wound too tight. Exploding heart. And like a lamp, she is lit. Bright, full, radiant. Born of darkness.
By Kate5 years ago in Poets
