this lump of broken dough. unkempt

splits on all seams

lands on my

fine dining table

shocks me into

finer thoughts

of piercing northerly winds

peeling scarce snow

biting into Shantung bones

body yearning for warm dough

someone bakes in their stove

someone bringing charcoal

through snow

Okayy - I am going to attempt something here and that is to share the fact that I could see a story forming in my mind from these lines - it is amazing since I began writing how seemingly ordinary things jump out to me and off I am in my musings

A memory perhaps - not a fairy tale one but nevertheless bittersweet - like dark chocolate or a home made cupcake - tasty yet a little messy

All great elements of for a great personal story 💙