Tagged: bread

on bread alone, we

on bread alone, we
feel invincible and smell like
a bit of heaven
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: invincible

some discoveries

there is dough on our

there is dough on our
kitchen counter, dough on the
rug, dough on two or

three spoons, dough in the sink – you
are kneading and proofing patience
.
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after bringing home

after bringing home
the best 2kg
sourdough in
town, we are
transformed,
and you
are library-bound,
a list of bread
and baking
book titles in
hand, itching
to get your
starter started
.
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discoveries can

discoveries can
fold as much
as they can
unfold.
when we break
bread together
for the first
time, we won’t
know the difference,
and it’ll be as
much of a release
.
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there is a love poem

there is a love poem
in every loaf
of bread, no
matter how
you carry
it home
to nibble
or devour
even if the
apartment is
a little messy
.
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there’s freedom in not

someone has yet to

someone has yet to
count the number of
bakeries in the
city – where every
window is a lens
into craftsmanship,
every grain of
flour, a seed to
a symphony
.
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by wednesday, i am

by wednesday, i am
missing
home – steel-nerving
myself for the
weekend ahead –
counting
on the kindness of
warm bread
and
and a fresh brew
to take me there
.
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your bread is melting