Monthly Archives: January 2016

In A Folder

In a plastic, purple folder. With important documents, passports and batteries, Every postcard and letter received. One little note All those years ago. A key to a shared past, happy and making promises. Before Breakings of words and truths, stored between the words of old … Continue reading

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Every day there is a moment In the middle of a simple task Like slicing limes Or putting on socks Every day this moment Sneaks up, unbidden and unasked for Just a moment. Every day a little thought A light twinge … Continue reading

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My mothers’ kitchen smells like garlic Opening drawers would ward off The Count himself. My mothers’ kitchen is a bit of a mess. She is the only person who knows Where Everything is. My mothers’ kitchen is full of the … Continue reading

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