November 30, 2016

The 29th of November | #CapturedInWords

7-shrill blips
A warm bed in winter
Dim light reaching in
Cold hands 
Gurgling stomachs

The smell of burnt toast
Streaks of marmalade 
And thick reserves of butter
Crumbs on crooked smile 

The mirror
Like a cameo carved 
In your image
Golden hair 
Cold hands
Smoothing it down 
With a silky, emerald green oil 

Ready to go
A kiss on our cheeks
A little dance
And a wave from the window
Watching as I go
Watching as I return 
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November 27, 2016

Observations from China #3 | #CapturedInWords

Observations from China #3 | #CapturedInWords
We scrolled through small villages, never pausing for longer than a moment's thought, succe...
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November 26, 2016

Earl Grey, Fig, and Vanilla Cake | Celia's Saucer

Earl Grey, Fig, and Vanilla Cake | Celia's Saucer
This cake encapsulates some of my favourite scents. The malty-ness of black tea with bergamot,...
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November 20, 2016

Notes at 6:16am | #CapturedInWords

Notes at 6:16am | #CapturedInWords
 Last night I dreamt of a burnished American landscape in Fall  My reflection hung and pre...
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November 19, 2016

Piaf's Mask | #CapturedInWords

Piaf's Mask | #CapturedInWords
I found your eye, Blue Scratched into my notebook January 2007 Burnt there, lingering With note...
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