Nature | Stream of Consciousness

Have you ever seen a sight as beautiful as nature untamed? ~ It races without a heartbeat, a pulse, or gleam of sweat. The heat of the sun, rather than slow it, allows it to expand expeditiously about its expansive canvas, as long as rain is a constant variable in life’s divine equation. Free of…

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…

adonis atop stone | short story

Ascend the steps to the raised city above, hear those wild and intrepid bumbles and trips over drapes and cloths, hear the bodies of breath as we climb, ducking our heads as carriages fly by, the pillars of white marble standing stoic to catch our trembling hands. All about us are the people and its…

Pumpkin Rolls and College!!

Happy Tuesday, everyone! I took a week off from blogging all last week in order to organize and finish a lot of school work. The semester is coming up on its halfway point, and I’m completely shocked at how fast time is flying by! But back to the point, I probably won’t be taking week-long…

existence in a vaccum | poem

to be taken to a place, a mirrorless world, to say it clearly, a world devoid of everyone save for I. a place meant for me and the colors of my brain, where busy fingers cannot tousle my hair. the songs of the north and the south are deaf to me, the writings of the…

Age of Ages | Poem

Stone way of feeling Bronze way of reacting Medieval way of perception, rather how we are perceived, Industrial way of seizing (Did we miss something from how we felt and how we reacted?) What is our way now? It is: the expanding balloon of the human mind, the mind we all share if shared with…

crooked brain | poem

I feel it in my head it’s not centered it inches to the left maybe that’s why I feel so… Today I will try to center it. ~ Sammicakes

Sunshine Blogger Award!! | Saturday Blog

Happy Friday, everyone! I was nominated by the lovely Belladonna, who you all should definitely check out for fitness coaching and dinner recipes. Here are her questions: What is your favorite feel-good snack? My go-to is peanut butter on graham crackers, it’s a great energy boost! What is your favorite thing to do on a…

purpose | poem

not infinite, yet so vast the time upon us is uncountable and magnificent not entirely free to act on our own accord, but sufficient enough to progress never enough time, ability, or will to craft the desired vision of our person but in the constraints one can find purpose as in the murkiest of waters…