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Kitchen Chronicles- Tale from the Stovetop
Your eyes go cookoo. When you are looking at others. At the same time as yourself! The subheading might have confused you, but let me assure you it is indeed a full kitchen. I am in the kitchen, my mom is in the kitchen, Grammy is in the kitchen, sister-in-law is in the kitchen, and of course, the walking cooking disaster, my younger sister, is in the kitchen. I just pray that she doesn't set the kitchen on fire.
By Staringale2 years ago in Poets
Whispers of Midnight
Underneath the quiet of midnight skies, where the world lies still, a calm enchantment unfurls. The moon, cloaked in her silver outfit, casts a tender shine over a resting soil. Shadows extend and move, not in chaos but in concordance, as in the event that influenced by an inconspicuous cadence. It is in this hour, this sacrosanct delay between recently and tomorrow, that the whispers of midnight start.
By jude odeke2 years ago in Poets








