Burrito

The burrito first became a thing one cozy morning in Chamonix. I willingly laid myself in As meat And rolled myself up In the tortilla duvet “I’m a burrito!” I announced. And you played along And spiced me up with things Like Cheese [in the form of a furry down comforter] And then a black chocolate cushion And then two white whipped cream pillows And … Continue reading Burrito

Clouds

18 days till I see you again. The clouds, yes, are miserable here. But they also capture all the soft, steady, subtle changes of rising and condensing vapor. Now, only a low band of light is visible on the distant horizon. Snow capped mountains gleam in its narrow channel of illumination while rain falls softly above them. The downpour hangs like dripping gray cotton from the blanket of … Continue reading Clouds