“my blood is a mix of coffee & tea”


Recently I spoke to a friend about writing, specifically poetry. A couple of verses I wrote came to mind, verses I feel define me: my blood is a mix of coffee & tea and words from authors long dead I wondered, how much of me is made of the words of authors long dead? Where do their …

#wordstorm: looking at flowers


At the grocery store yesterday, I photographed many flower arrangements. It's not spring yet, but flowers remind me of what's to come! Time flies, and soon it will be warm. There'll be more flowers, ladybugs, even bees (which I hate.) I'll be able to wear shorter sleeves. There'll be a smell of new in the …