I measure out the ingredients, careful to keep the wet from the dry; two thirds liquid, body temperature and almost imperceptible to the touch, two percent this, one percent that, until they are ready to be combined, to become a sticky ball. The surface, lightly floured, is…
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There is ice in a jug… sixteen cubes. The ice tray squeezed. Twisted. Turned. Returned. A tortuous route to getting the little blocks out. The ice, such…
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I sometimes daydream. It is true. My catatonic stare into a deep space can take minutes to travel through. Blink. I have to shake myself out of it…
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Sunlight has been replaced by low clouds, cold winds and rain. Reminding us that spring is a nebulous promise of better weather to come. My over…
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Coffee percolates on the stove top. I inhale the caffeine cloud. I breathe in the chocolate aromas that sharpen my senses, the nutty scents that liven…
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Spring. Brilliant, cerulean skies. Cool, woollen, hearth hugging evenings. Blossoms squeeze tiredly out of the trees. The change from winter seemingly…
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Heat had left through an unknown gap in the seal at the top of the door, so old was the oven. The batter rose quickly, faster at one end than the other…
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Sunlight flickers through my closed eyelids from the water in the tumbler. I imagine myself beside the sea. On the beach. Close to the surf. I am not. I…
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