Dear April: New Gold

Dear April, I barely blinked and the world has changed – again. It’s funny how quickly these things happen, how the true changes often come within a single second. They could be decisions, like finally settling on what you really want after a long-standing inner argument or nature taking its course, like day turning into night, sunshine being replaced by velvety darkness and stars taking their role as the…
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Chocolate smiles

She awoke to the sound of birds chirping somewhere in the surrounding countryside and the scent of summer slowly finding its way through the open window, nestling in her hair and the bedsheets. It was the kind of feeling that didn’t demand full awareness or open eyes to spread within a person and so she let it settle inside her semi-conscious body, relishing the sense of peace and freedom…
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Fireflies

It takes a spark and fires fly, from me to you, both low and high. They bite and burn, they kiss and sting, it all turned sour before spring.   For then the night fell fast and dark, omitting sight and robbed the spark, that once was there, but is no more, a window opened, closed the door.   And yet it burns with heat and fire, ignites the…
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Dear March: Eating Words

Dear March, a mouthful of poetry, in every single bite; an entire anthology of stories within the clever composition of a multi-course meal; a tale of rivalry and companionship written in fine sauces and extravagant crèmes – that’s what food is to me. It’s what I think about when looking at a beautifully garnished plate, tasting a perfectly cooked meal or even just reading through the gems hiding away…
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Chasing Amadeus – Epilogue

Isla, January 27th, 2018 The scent of lavender bit her nose, irritating more than it calmed her. Still, she fought to keep her breath steady, guiding big gulps of the flowery scented air into her lungs, convincing herself that this situation was not at all out of the ordinary. She was not hyperventilating in her seat; she was not digging her fingernails into the skin of her palms; and…
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