turkish coffee – a poem

We ate simits covered in olive spread, thin little bagels so you don’t get schmutz on your face. After, we drank Turkish coffees strong like a shot. We read each other’s fortunes from the coffee grounds letting the spirit move through us. We saw rivers flowing in ravines and raccoons on mountains and energy leaving out of ourselves and cleaning …

the kind of girl – a poem

she's the kind of girl who will always spill her red wine on the towel on the sand she will always have food on her face and in her tangled brown hair also down the front of her dress she will leave her clothes on the ground flinging her bra and pants off as soon …

Bullet Fridays – Merm Version or “a snapshot of my life”

I was inspired by Tim Ferris' 5 Bullet Fridays to do my own "however many bullet" Friday's because I can't just limit myself to 5 😉 I also love doing these because it gives a pretty good "snapshot" of my life of what I'm drinking, reading, listening to, watching to, getting inspired by, etc. Wine …