words & art by shé

Tag: short poetic piece

  • Cookin’ with Gas

    I did not realize I missed baking until I made a loaf of soda bread. Been years. Hunkered down in the rental, I munch the hot nutty staff of life (pecans, walnuts, sunflower seeds) with raspberry jam. Earlier, I biked for flour, easily missing the deluge the followed. “Isn’t it great?” I smiled at neighbors…