by kissearth | Jan 3, 2025 | Uncategorised
Mrs Pandora hasn’t used the front door for ten years now. That is why on this cloudless Nicosia morning, Mrs Pandora is sitting on her couch, still in her threadbare nightgown. The front door knocking will stop, she tells herself. Strangers eventually go away, usually...
by kissearth | Jan 3, 2025 | Uncategorised
The coffee on my stove fills its lungs with air; mahogany ocean in a pouting bronzed pot. Upper layer rises, thickens, velvets watery darkness; always poised on precipice, never boiling, never spilling. Then taken off the stove. Kaimaki is never rushed; its pouring, a...
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