all i need is rice in my cupboard and poems in my head
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Snippet of something
The weeds beside the river in late August smell of dust and exhaustion, a tired sweetness, like the lace on your grandmother's wedding gown that crumbled in your hands when you cleaned out the attic after she died last year.
I've always been an eclectic blogger, so in 2012 I've decided to embrace it. Food, poetry, fashion, beer, urban living, education, cats, those and many other topics are all fair game.
If you're a new reader, feel free to poke around the old posts, but you might just want to start new with me in 2012.