the baker's daughter

Angela

the artsy girl
down the hall

can't tell you much

about her

but what she knew

about me
could fill at least

a thousand ears

Angela
kept birthday candles
in a jar
by her door

she'd light one
whenever I'd come around

then she'd spit
on her burnt fingers, cussin'
yeah, well that's enough outta me

Now...
"Tell me what
you are

by what you wish for,
bear claw,

Are you
the icing

or
the cake?"

Rene~June 11, 2013

*I've turned my comment section off for the summer, as I won't have much time to respond.
As always you can contact me by e-mail and I will do my best to get back to you in a timely manner.
Enjoy your summer (or whatever season it may be in your corner of the world) and take care~
Rene

Image via Magpie Tales "Charleston Farmhouse Door"

natasha

There was a haunting beauty behind her eyes, beyond her sorrow, a beauty that found its way into one’s heart and led them home.

bridesmaid

Image via Magpie Tales i won't be leaving here with you nor will you be staying with me for any longer than you see fit that is just the way of it it is the silent refrain of my being i won't be leaving here with you but i will stay, until my time is done as your ceremonial chosen one no, this won't be my last tour though it is the first time i won't be leaving here with you shh, now, darling. this is what i do i see it in your eyes, our time's drawing to a close. please don't mind the tears they come, they go, it's true... i won't be leaving here with you Rene ~ December 8, 2012

blue willow

i don't like eggs but you knew this already i know you're thinking such a terrible waste but it's not, you see i'm feeding them to the dog she loves them just as much as i know she loved you and the way you walked her as if every single thing she sniffed mattered to you as well sorry, dear pardon my red wine opera crowd violin string tugging (your words) i ramble at breakfast like a fussy percolator but you knew this already morning is when i am most honest and vulnerable i know that's why you left after dinner oh god dammit you i miss you so much what i did before us is a mystery and what i do now is insanity i'm frying up eggs just to smell them again and to perhaps coax you down, from wherever you are for breakfast did you know i believe that there is still a ghost of a chance Rene Foran ~ April 2011 photo by Tess Kincaid for Magpie Tales click for more info

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