Have an idea, and imagine the applause.   Write it down in graphite. Ink. Blood. And dream of the applause.   Now, rip your idea to shreds. Reduce it. Refine it. And beg for the applause.   Send it into the world. Your words. Your thoughts. And await the applause.   Get in front of … Continue reading Applause

In Her Kitchen

In her kitchen, the cabinets were pink  Like, hideous, Pepto-Bismol pink  That reminded me of sickness  But her presence gave it life    In her kitchen, cookies were baked  Fried pies and blackberry cobblers  Were consumed by our greedy mouths  Before they’d had a chance to cool    In her kitchen, stories were told  Lessons … Continue reading In Her Kitchen