Category Archives: Foodie Aside.

Autumn

one day you find yourself in the middle of The Forest; how you slipped in here when the entrance was open you don’t remember; but that’s what limbo does to you. the networks of leaves carry the vestiges of your … Continue reading

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Forest Fires

there are days when you wish you could become empty. you wish you could be drained off everything that everyone hears when they speak to you – the copious stories they call thought coiled into each other born from your … Continue reading

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Wishes

for all who lay around me withered, and lost to those who once knew who they were, and now barely remember for all the moments captured in the roots of trees hidden, and growing away below thick trunks, that have … Continue reading

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Ashes to ashes

One of these days I will crumble – like the end of a cigarette  on fire, in the middle of your lips  does – when you inhale, glowing brightly  one last time before I distingerate at your feet – a … Continue reading

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Shades of gray

I created memories from thin air, Breathing deeply while you were near, And hid them inside me, Whispy popcorn balls of smell and touch. When I later tried To hold them in my hands, The memories erupted Into dreams and … Continue reading

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Viola

Viola stood on the hilltop, dwarfed amidst the cedars and pines; yet rising up straight and strong, delicately carved in cream and grey stone. Her lips are set in a gentle smile and her misty eyes radiate goodness, and they … Continue reading

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Perfect Water

I was perfect water- Stayed in the vessel And reflected the lights Making them look magnificent. I was perfect water- Stayed in the vessel, Neither dripping nor flowing, Never going anywhere. I was perfect water- Until a drop of rain … Continue reading

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