Kitchen Sense by Patricia Fritsche | Not just the blushing embers hacking from the iron belly contraption,
or the scent of communion brewing from the ceramic tea kettle, an animal lover's configuration;
the smell of orange pekoe to be exact.
Permeation in the performance of cloves, this anesthesia charming my flesh
cinnamon sticks rubbed together giving birth, and recognition to the apple strudel, aromatherapy.
Perfume imprisoned in the room. Stomach dictating loosing control.
Up all night make it right a haunting mediocrity a half-eaten meal neurosis.
The purpose did not evaporate by charred seats of sugar cookies a flour storm ransacked the space!
Total emotion overridden by time's direction the feeling inspired by the experience, to revere the core of existence an unconditional need.
What was worth recollecting influencing my "wild life calendar". | Patricia Fritsche Copyright © 1997 Listed 08/25/2005 |
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