I Am Fed Polish

The smell of dough and mashed potatoes wafts through the air, cut only by the pungent sourness of sauerkraut. Flour covers the hard wood table, filling in the cracks. A white cloud forms when a ball of dough hits the center of the flour mountain. The family is making pierogis, a type of Polish dumpling […]

Night time

I Am Alone I Am a glass Of red wine that has Been forgotten on the end table, lipstick stains The rim of the glass leaving a lasting memory of a lonely night A book lies open with tear stained pages Words blurred into ink puddles It’s my journal It says Read Me The bed […]