Leftover Apple Dumplings, it turns out, make a good breakfast. Heated warm cinnamon caramel sauce melting in hot tea, melting in my mouth, pomegranate tang. My scratch crust, it turns out, came out perfection. Salted crisp flakes holding crunchy exoskeleton, hug pillowed soft apple ...
Reflections on water migrate, I think change, even if the light is constant. Silver patches broken only by the breeze, by Anhinga, the snake bird; slender neck’s reaching strokes. My skin, bare shoulders, feels translucent, loose wild hair ideas brought me here. On the far shore I see, a ...
