The Best Fluffy Pancakes recipe you will fall in love with. Full of tips and tricks to help you make the best pancakes.
In what had been a pathwayinbetweenour bed and a shared bathroombroken hours lap at my heelsreaching my toothbrushfinallyI seewide valleys filled with waterfolding into myselfaloneI cross them into the showerthe tiles right themselvesin retreatmy skin thrillsbruised and batteredas thunderspray splattersplasma…
IDreams bite.The dreamer and his legendsarm at the edge of purpose. WakingI see the people of winterput off their masksto stain the earth red with bloodwhileon the outer edges of sleepthe people of sunare carvingtheir own childreninto monumentsof war. IIWhen…
Ride the swing seasonhawk gander or stallionevading the lightyou survivelostamong the stiff treeslaying rebellious eggsthat roll and splatterin your enemy sun. your arrows rotin a muddy quiverwhile the quick vowelsflutter and plummetthrough stiff trees without echoyou do not fly.you do…
Plentiful sacrifice and believers in redemptionare all that is neededso any day nowI expect some new religionto rise up like tear gasfrom the streets of New Yorkerupting like the rank pavement smellreleased by the garbage-trucks’baptismal drizzle. The high priests have…
Once I was immortal beside an oceanhaving the names of nightand the first men camewith sledges of firedriving the sun. I was brought forth in the moonpit of a virgincondemned to lightto a dry world’s endless morningssweeping the moon awayand…
Today I heard my heart screeching like a subway trainloudly enough to remind me it was still humanloudly enough to hurtbut telling me stillyou were a ghost I hadbetter left in the cradle,telling me stillthat our tracks ran aroundinstead of…
Out of her womb of pain my mother spat meinto her ill-fitting harness of despairinto her deceitswhere anger re-conceived mepiercing my eyes like arrowspointed by her nightmareof who I was notbecoming. Going awayshe left in her placeiron maidens to protect…
IOut of my flesh that hungersand my mouth that knowscomes the shape I am seekingfor reason.The curve of your waiting bodyfits my waiting handyour breasts warm as sunlightyour lips quick as young birdsbetween your thighs the sweetsharp taste of limes.…
Beneath the carving drag of woodthe land moves slowly.But lightning comes. Growing their secret in brown earthspread like a womandaringis weary work for still-eyed menwho break the earthnursing their seedand a hard watch through the dry season.Yet at the edge…
The hunters are back from beating the winter’s facein search of a challenge or taskin search of foodmaking fresh tracks for their children’s hungerthey do not watch the sunthey cannot wear its heat for a signof triumph or freedom;The hunters…