hillary keel | writing

cooking risotto (or why i love my life)

—a new recipe small pieces

Deep breath, dreaming, awake,

old swivel chair I sit

“…to be free in every aspect.” Mighty Beardo

I am in Boulder, I am in Vienna,

In the house, windowed and gardened, cactuses and the waxy leaves of rubber plant, branches far reaching.

so klar, so bestimmt

where grass looks like velvet,

November fog und Kälte;