February 2012
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lessons in kneading
(for my grandmother)
Within the kitchen, summer days unwind
My grandma hovering above the heat
Her elbows pointed and submerged in folds
Of golden dough;
She plucked each apple (bitter burgundy)
Redeems each bruise with gentle paring blade
And weighs the globes—the blossum’s essence—whole
Alive in palm.
Skins plop to linoleum in spiral burst,
Like shiny pinwheels whistling among...
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I once had a chiropractor make a pass at me,
did I ever tell you that? He said...
– James Tate, The Motorcyclists (via soulfulmaterialism)
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On my own I’m only Half of what I could be
love this version too :)
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things I love about home. →
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…wake to the moments and embrace the moments, all of them, the...
– ann voskamp, 1000 Gifts