Sugar High

The morning after I met her, I woke at dawn because I had the opening shift in the bakery. Three hours of sleep but I felt jolted, like my blood was buzzing. From my fingers to my toes, I hummed. I mixed pizza dough and gathered a brownie recipe. I frosted a lemon poppyseed cake. … More Sugar High


I whisper my secrets to the hydrangeas. Shades of sky and periwinkle blue, they wave lazily with the breeze, petals joyful and serene. They are what they were made to be. They have grown perfectly, sublimely into themselves. The sun fades and the first chill of night comes and I sit still in the grass. … More Blue