“Stir well a final time. Serve hot with a drizzle of olive oil, a dusting of black pepper, a torn leaf of fresh basil and a gracious grate of parmeggiano.”
The clamour of friends, clatter of plates, single forks, stray knives and big golden flowers on double glasses.
cold water and cold coke. Snapping misshapen photos of woolly sweater arms halfway to a pot of pasta; fingers splayed across a face or fork shovelling up, unawares.
Lipstick moons on glasses; pinks magentas smeared happily for mixed mushrooms
carving thighs into naked bones last drop of sticky maple glaze
crumbling sweet carrots & toasted walnuts and cold maple ice cream; crunchy sugar balls of snow on windows;
warm creamcheese licked spoons; hot fireplace and loud laughs; lingering hugs laughing tears.
clutched hearts ♥
Deep fried and drenched in maple syrup. Melting ice cream.
Somewhere in a zone between perfectly hot and deliciously cold. So much sweetness and creamy and crunchy in one silver spoonful.
Banana fritter dough deep fried
browned and crunched crisped
coddled soft banana unwraps; unfolds and sinks deep into cold, melting white embrace of cream & sugar
I care for the crispy sugar dough coat. The coat that softens and cools.
It’s a soft pillowy sweetness that I continue to taste for hours. It keeps me up at night as I stare at the square patches of light on my ceiling, the pale blinking green along my turquoise wall. It makes me smile and tug my blanket closer like a banana wrapped in its doughy duvet cover.
I love my grays.
Gray skies or asphalt sweaters. Monochromes make up my life like an unconventionally befitting, beautifully melancholic puzzle. Wintry clouds and dotted raindrops so small you can’t call it rain.
I love them all.
Grays so small you cannot name them. Grays so soft, but strong they hug you warm on a winter day.
I love being in my beige skin that works so well with grays. I love the camels, the tans, the leather brown and the desert rose. Having a photo of a friend and mine chosen by my favourite clothing company was big. This week, a small gesture by some unknown mind behind some unkown technological screen, re-enforced my self-image.
Hopefully – my laugh with some good friends at our crazy idea of a “photoshoot” on a cold day, in the middle of nowhere in Toronto, can inspire other girls to find confidence in their grays. Or blues. Or yellows.
Joyeux Noël and happy writing!
I drive alone a lot.
I find it very therapeutic. I like my music loud and my rearview mirror very easily bumps to the beat. This is kinda why I love my car so much. It totally feels me. We love bobbing our heads to the music while other drivers glance at us.
For my poem shattered sheets, I found myself writing in response to songs. The images, feelings, other songs or any type of media that you naturally find yourself connecting to are all ideas that will potentially make a new product. Product? Product is a bad word. I don’t mean it in the corporate, sellable sense. I mean it in the beautiful, happy, joyous gift waiting to be unwrapped sense.
So listen to music and feel it. Listen to something that really stirs up a good bundle of nerves inside you. The more you feel, the better, of course. My poem here is inspired by quite a few Justin Timberlake songs but specifically I would point to Dress On.
Get listening and reading! Looking up the lyrics might also very much help get an idea of the many ways I have been inspired in my piece.
(Taken from Instagram @justintimberlake)
I don’t get to cook often, especially during the school semesters. I love to make the most of my holidays by cooking as often as I can. This is cremini mushrooms in alfredo with my favourite – pappardelle – and dry rub wings.
Cold weather – wet, slushy rain that isn’t quite snow; muddy cars and squishy sidewalks – basically all the winter we have seen in beautiful Toronto thus far. However, as the spring days in November are littered intermittently with biting cold, wind chill warning days, the SAD sets in quite heavily, quite fast. (SAD = seasonal affective disorder)
I find natural moods coupled with a few good writing challenges make for an interesting project worth sitting down with. Writing challenges are restrictions I impose on myself for the piece I want to write. ‘Restrictions’ are slightly negative in their connotation, which is why I prefer to use the word ‘challenge’. Challenge, to me, sounds much more exciting and worth trying out.
The challenge I took up was to avoid mentioning any literal actions. I expanded on three or so main verbs – for e.g praying – to write the whole poem, sandals. If focusing merely on a verb is difficult, expand on a feeling, without explicitly using the word that is being described. Sure, it might make your writing a little longer than you may intend, but editing is also key to perfecting your piece. So, try using the prompt and happy writing!
PS. I wrote the poem in November but posting in December – just in case anyone was wondering, hah ;3