A place for language, poetry, domesticity, and the Ice
I am very glad for being back to my old job. It’s like putting your old shoes on–you like your new shoes, even though they hurt your feet a lot (shiny and new is cool, but in the end how you feel is what’s more important). But the old shoes elicit a feeling of comfort, [...]
So very drafty. But still.
The Cottonwood Storm
*poof*
Elissa, here you go. Up for a while tomorrow. Very drafty, and something I’ll probably work a little more on.
How to Bake a Birthday Cake
Muster all your strength into four cups
of flour. Beg the sugar not to beat you.
Drop every egg yolk in as if it weren’t
the idea of a life lived with purpose.
Stir the [...]