ancient music rings out through the building, raising goosebumps on my neck. stop a moment, and listen as the harmony boldly fills the air. the conductor drops his arm, concludes the piece and the audience stands.
if we were having coffee i'd be having tea. regular black tea, i think. i've made the discovery that i don't like dilmah green tea. even when i steep it properly it's very bitter. i'd tell you how cauldron anthology has begun to drop its first issue. so far we have posted one poem. there … Continue reading over coffee (47)
the house is quiet, built after several bitter months of designing and planning. every feature is carefully curated, placed to be clever. sometimes, in the evenings, it settles. floorboards creak under a phantom's step; wind whistles through windows that need sealing up. winter is on its way, after all. at night, she settles in with … Continue reading in settling
it's been a busy day full of mischief and things. the inaugural issue of cauldron anthology drops tomorrow, by the way. just as a heads-up. prompts for the week: chaos font learning
the weather has turned nasty, driving rain sheeting down over city streets. below my boots, puddles form, little rivers running. it becomes habit to prepare coffee or tea in a travel flask, still hot and ready to drink no matter the conditions. life is paused as rain opaque in its heaviness whips at … Continue reading weather + life + opaque
it's a curse, but it sounds oh-so-lovely when she tastes it in her mouth. at night it gives her a little jolt, a tremor when she understands. and in the dark of morning, she knows her meaning: it feels beautiful.
this morning i ushered in monday writing a new poem and so here i sit, writing a poem about writing a poem. i researched economics for a poem, and cycled through a dozen songs on youtube so i don't have to buy them. later, i made insta-pasta and thought about all the gaps that i … Continue reading word crush monday: christie