Chocolate Creme Fraiche Cake

Be velvet.

Be so


that anything other than love and kind and admiration just turns to space

[see: a bulbous spider consumes the trapped within its fibers
in an episode of This Is The Other Side]

Be sodamnfull

it transforms the rest to either nothingness,

or smooth sweet cloud cream fluff atop sugar and butter and flour all

for you.


Cacio e Pepe Polenta

What if we wonder, Does it come easily?

and not in the way that inaction might, or giving up, or remaining uninvolved

[because all of those may be the more complicated option at some point, depending on the circumstances]


does it come easily?

as in,

Does it come out of you like breath, returning round the bend of an inhale? as in,

Does it come out of you naturally, as if you weren’t made for anything other than what you’re expressing? as in,

Does it envelop you wholly, enrapture you, lift your toes from the ground when it calls? And,

is it worth it
not to seek it
now that you know how to identify it
when it comes

Confetti Cakelets

Every once in a while, the faded parts resurface, and there is love.

Right ankle crossed over the left, big toe balanced and slanting. Upright. Leaning. This is how we say goodbye.

I have heard that we are all just bits and bobs held together by what we believe. That we can change, because

we are no different than that which seems different around us


How do we rewrite the parts that made us burst?

[It feels like I have been doing this for years.]

And maybe it is in the knowing, the not having to wonder, the ability to distinguish now

when perhaps you would not have done before, and surely you once were blind

(to the little flecks of color in the batter).

*Oops* Peanut Butter-Swirl Brownies

My bad.

Well, actually. How about a lesson in: Accountability. see/do:

Oops! I made peanut butter batter to swirl into the brownies. Fuck, I really didn’t mean to make them richer and more delicious.

God, I was even planning to eat healthfully today. What a knucklehead I am for doing this thing

that I openly admit to doing and am not putting on anybody else whatsoever, because I did it, and it was me, even if there were other options at the time

And I won’t attack anybody else over this thing I am responsible for, because

I am able to admit to putting peanut butter in the brownies.

(And it was delicious.)

Cadbury Egg Chocolate Chip Cookies

current mood:

clean laundry





Relatively Effortless Coq au Vin Stew

Effortless: a boat atop a stream like glass. Sweet, magenta petals. Running laps around. Dangling willow wisps that graze your shoulders in the night.

How might we infuse what we encounter.

Lightning bugs like candles through the trees. Wind in soft exhales before sleep. Cotton wafts, fresh linen on your skin.

A space where the unnecessary cooks into the air and onward, upward. Next.

Where the wine colors all that lies within its grasp. Purple. Sweet.

Steam swirls above the clink of a spoon through buttered potato velvet. Mauve shreds of chicken thigh. Orangeyellowpurple carrot dots; sea green celery crescents; thin, grey mushroom slivers. Slight green specks of parsley. Deep purple broth. A giant hunk of bread, to dip.

Everything in balance.

(or something)

The Spring Playlist 2018

I am a labyrinth,

The space between open and closed, defined and undefined. Someplace, neither warm, nor cold. There are rules and un-rules and non-rules, and they change and they wind, because there aren’t any, so that when they break – they do not break me.


they reroute you.

(and this is good) / because I am not yours and so, you are none of mine and we /because I am not meant to make anything more than the sum of its parts for the purpose of your betterment / so that we might

Let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.

Love one another, but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup.

Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.

Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.

And stand together yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.
(khalil gibran)

Happy Spring, darlings.