Stacks
i am afraid. the mind holds images like fresh paint on thick canvas; colors fade through the years but the pattern constantly remains and i am afraid. memories build in stacks, car doors open to bitter air and in my mind you are gone (in my mind, this is how you died) but i knowContinue reading “Stacks”
Work it
“In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.“ Robert Frost I come with a lot of flaws, it’s true. So much so, that I am usually pointing out even the most minute flaws that others probably do not even notice. My self esteem is a toilet. Maybe IContinue reading “Work it”
the office
No, not the funny one with Steve Carrell. I’ve been working on making my home office a personal sanctuary (or bubble of sorts) for a longer amount of time than I am willing to admit. Trying to make a workspace that feels safe amid the unsafe. Conundrum! Setting up the room, though, has made itContinue reading “the office”
whispers
tonight i whispered goodbye on the wind; it danced across the keys of an untuned piano, and carried through an opening door, and slivered through a black, lace shawl, and whistled through the leaves of the tallest tree, and tumbled across shards of broken glass, and dove into the violent sea, and was swallowed byContinue reading “whispers”
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About Me
My name is Gabrielle. I was born and raised in Philadelphia. I’m a wife, daughter, sister, baker and chef of ‘Parlour de Stippich”, knitter, crocheter, weaver, photographer, and cat-mama to three unique, hilarious, and snuggly fur-babies. I am also a long time writer, gracing pages with words since the age of six.
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