Flat but filled
the coffee spilt,
spread and grew to an ocre stain
on an orange kaftan.
Hard
but smelt of an afternoon spent
in concrete corners,
didn’t cost a cent.
It ran down legs
onto wooden floors,
splashed and spread against the doors.
Sticky and wet,
it left its scent
despite towels which soak away the mess.
I wash my dress in buckets of red,
till it looks the same as it always did,
though I know it will never smell as fresh
for the spilt coffee I can never forget.
Bag of boiling waterstill leaves cold corners
beneath toes, frost bitten,
sliding softly beneath sheets
and socks.
Skin burns beneath the bottle
2 legs across,
30 centimetres wide,
it’s warmth has tried
to cure the bitterness
that sweeps across this cosy mess
vast and void with room
for 2. Though neglects to fill the
emptiness
Don’t think that you’re superfluous
I’ve kept a place reserved
for you.
For constant warmth from head to toe and hands that seek my shivering bones.
A place where I don’t need these clothes and where I’ll choose to share this note.
M is for munt, something he doesn’t even doA is for attractive, always a pleasant view
T is for Thai, one of his favourite foods
Another letter A, although I’d say he’s an A+
And then letter N, cuz I think he’s really noice.
I sit facing backwards on trains because I like watching things go by rather than seeing them arrive.
Bag of boiling waterstill leaves cold corners
beneath toes, frost bitten,
sliding softly beneath sheets
and socks.
Skin burns beneath the bottle
2 legs across,
30 centimetres wide,
it’s warmth has tried
to cure the bitterness
that sweeps across this cosy mess
vast and void with room
for 2. Though neglects to fill the
emptiness
Don’t think that you’re superfluous
I’ve kept a place reserved
for you.
For constant warmth from head to toe and hands that seek my shivering bones.
A place where I don’t need these clothes and where I’ll choose to share this note.
Eyes closed
A few times I’ve had the pleasure of enjoying baked potatoes in Graz, Austria.
The first picture shows a very delicious spud involving cheese, bacon and natural yogurt. Enjoyed after performing in a chamber music concert at Uni. A wonderful end to the night.
The other 2 were taken shortly after Courtney and I had been and got tattoos in Graz. ‘Jakominiplatz’ souvenir tattoos. We each got a beer and I got a spud with cheese, bacon, mushrooms, spinach and yogurt. Pretty bloody good.
So a few friends and I had planned to go to Budapest (finally). However due to many unchangeable and incredibly angering circumstances we were not able to go.
So to eradicate our sorrows we went and spent the afternoon at an Asian buffet in Graz before returning home and drinking away our sorrows.
Then the next night we teamed up and created what was actually a very delicious batch of Hungarian goulash in bread bowls! We ended up really having quite a lot of fun together that weekend.
My housemate Semso and I teamed up one night to produce this wonderful chocolate cake. Enjoyed along side cups of tea (a usual affair in our household)
There’s this chain of bar/restaurants in Graz where you can order a range of things from Pizza to baked potatoes (and of course beer and other beverages) but the selling point is how you order – there will be a stack of forms on each table and you tick the boxes with which ingredients you would like on you meal of choice! And everything is so cheap (this pizza was 6 euro)
Ft. Sauce, cheese, ham, pineapple, mushrooms and rocket
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