Sorry readers, but this isn't about cake. It is however partially about my own beef with the oddly complicated issue of substituting animal leather for other materials, and at least the personal lived experience of this for a slightly lazy consumer like myself. So, it's a little difficult for me to talk about this subject … Continue reading Can we have our cake and eat it too?
Author: 2021aine
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Raining hard again . . . Your lips against mine, at last! I sigh, excited.
Twelve Italian Earworms (which I’ve secretly grown to love)
If you've ever spent time in Italy, then you'll have undoubtedly concluded that almost every presumption made about their great attention to aesthetically pleasing fashion, artwork, or music is pretty spot on! Many Italians, both north and south of Rome, continue to take great pride in how they appear and behave in almost every social … Continue reading Twelve Italian Earworms (which I’ve secretly grown to love)
Rain falls on Ryan(air)
Split splatPitter patter –So, the rain taps at my window,then batters.First in angst, then with calm,Heavily and hazily, in the balmyFebruary I watch and wait, drinking in the dayAs Ryanair fritters my time away …I am not much of a waiter – what can I say?Standards must be met; checks must be made. Tick tick, … Continue reading Rain falls on Ryan(air)
Fáilte go Ros neamhlach (unfinished)
There was a placelessness to it, which I liked best about it - the Way of the Cross. It somehow did not appear to belong any more than I did. With all of its winding bends of yew trees and rhododendrons, wild fuschias and brambles with glistening glossy blackberries, I could lose myself. I could … Continue reading Fáilte go Ros neamhlach (unfinished)
Fold
I suppose it's easier to hate you. Forgiveness is for fools, right? I look around. I hope and pray, then turn and mull things over; my hoping turns to brewing until even my prayers seem bitter. I want to say I am sorry, even though you no longer care. So you go about your day, … Continue reading Fold
Piggy in the middle
On a poor man’s pig farm, in a cozy pen, there lived a large sow and her thirteen piglets. There was nothing spectacular or magical about their existence – no benevolent spider to tell their tale, or ravenous wolf howling at their door threatening to steal them in the night. They were pigs like any … Continue reading Piggy in the middle
How many adjectives are there?
Everything is out to disrupt flow, she thought. Indeed, something had been putting her off reading. Flies bounced. And crawled, and buzzed about ears, hairs along forearm, and lips. Music blasted from speakers until they too buzzed, piercing through tranquility. Sunlight beamed through her, warmed her. Sunglasses sat and peered out and around. There were … Continue reading How many adjectives are there?
Mo chuisle
Drifting in and out of sleep, Not a sound can be heard but the rushing beating heart within me. Someone in mind and memory breathes such life into me! My love renews me; how deeply he moves me, makes me more than what I am, Shows me all that I can be. . . He … Continue reading Mo chuisle
A Thousand Wars (in a thousand years)
We bury our dead as we sing of tomorrow, and mourn for our fallen whilst we dream of a hero. The lights of our city won't warm us tonight, and kindness is scarce among those who fear for their lives. The brave and bold now peaceful and cold can't hear the cries of their children … Continue reading A Thousand Wars (in a thousand years)
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