Good morning and happy Sunday, everyone! This is my official 2021 greeting post, so… consider yourself greeted! I made buttermilk biscuits for Thursday night’s dinner, and they turned out way better (and prettier) than expected. If you would like to try it for yourself, I used this recipe here. Thank you for stopping by! ~Sammicakes
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worn out words | poem
thoughts travel without passports or permission; love cannot be contained in the human body, so it now grows in the oak trunk of an endless tree. time threads us together in loose, haphazard seams; dreams contain all my greatest fears and fantasies, so now I plant them in the mulch beneath tall grasses to grow…
Merry Christmas Eve!!
With Christmas approaching, I hope everybody is safe and healthy with the people they love. I know this year was either really tragic or extremely depressing for most people, but we’re on the right track to normal–and even better than normal. Make the most of the holidays: you deserve it. MERRY (ALMOST) CHRISTMAS! ~Sammicakes
now they know | stream of consciousness
what could they know finale part 1 part 2 ~ How many lies until I get to open the door to the real world? How many memories must I earn to be welcome to reality? I asked what could they know, I asked myself what I am– and with confidence I can now say it….
man of shadows | poem
there is a preponderance of darkness tonight, yet still the yellow lights stream through the road clear some transient shapes form and shift depending where we place our fingers let us construct a man from the shadows of my and your form, from the shadows of the sharp-topped homes, from the shadows of the long…
Identity | Saturday Prose
There is some sweet solace in knowing that I am a product of love rather than hate, violence. Of the girls past born of my breed, there would be no such comfort. There is good and bad that comes with claiming this skin, but the fact that I exist not as lesser scum but as…
sweet city| poem
Winter storms on a windy dawn, they carried me out from bedrooms of boredom and yawns! There I saw people with heads that bobbled too far from their necks, but twas a splendid time, no less, no less! A girl of straw hair ordered an ice cream cone that stacked hot cream miles high, until…
Cherubs of Blaiic | Poem
No greater beings can be found in the entirety of this earthly plane to hold the essence of spirituality and purity as the cherubs of Blaiic No human kindness can compete, no mortal action can compare to the effervescent vivacity within a cherub of Blaiic’s care They hail from a northern kingdom guarded by silver…
Winter Love | Quote
“The winter loves me… I mean as much as you can say a season can love. What I mean is, I love winter, and when you really love something, then it loves you back, in whatever way it has to love.” – A Separate Peace by John Knowles
Italian Autumn | Short Story
There is nothing worse than sadness on a beautiful day. Her hands were overflowing with worry, the poor genovesi and liquor coffee at the mercy of her shaky, anxious grip. To travel so far, to sit outside the forno she had spent thousands to get to and barely mutter a word, to be cast in…
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