#muffins
he is the scent of October
waking up the house before the sun does.
not just sweet, but substantial—
an apple cinnamon muffin
with edges toasted into a golden, spiced armor
that smells like a woodstove in the rain.
he’s got that slight sharpness,
the kind that comes from real cinnamon
biting back just enough to keep you awake.
it’s a sophisticated heat,
tucked under a crust of coarse sugar
that crunching under a thumb
like a secret shared in the dark.
the world is a giant mouth,
but he is the thing that doesn't crumble
the moment the teeth find him.
he is the weight of diced fruit,
softened but still there,
keeping the center heavy and honest
on a morning that feels too hollow to face.
he isn't a promise of breakfast;
he is the reason people stay
a little longer at the table.
he’s the steam rising in curls,
carrying a scent so thick
it could coat the sharpest edges of a room
until everything feels a little more rounded.
he is made of good things
that had to go through the fire
to get that golden.
and he stays warm long after the oven is off—
the kind of heat that doesn't just sit,
it glows in the palms of anyone
brave enough to hold on
while he’s still hot.
he moves in a very specific rhythm,
a kitchen timer ticking in a language only he speaks.
there is a geometry to his sweetness,
every apple piece a perfect, deliberate square
placed with the kind of care
that knows the world is mostly chaos.
he prefers the tin that fits just right,
the ritual of the bake,
the steady hum of the cooling rack
that sounds like a song he's heard a thousand times.
he carries his own quiet weather—
a spiced masterpiece
who doesn't need to change his temperature
for the sake of the room.
he is the honest bite, the singular heat,
and the most reliable comfort
for anyone who knows that sometimes,
the best things are the ones
that stay exactly as they are.
Apr 14
Apr 14, 2026 at 7:56 PM UTC
the oven stayed on too long today,
but I am still the softest thing in the room.
baked into a paper liner,
holding myself together with nothing
but a bit of sugar and the hope
that the blue inside me doesn't stain
the hands that reach for a piece.
my friend—the one who holds the map
while I trip over the sidewalk—
tells me I am made of "good things."
she says I am a blueberry muffin,
a small, rounded promise of breakfast
on a morning that feels too heavy
to wake up for.
she worries about the crumbs,
and she says it like she thinks
the world is a giant mouth
that doesn’t know how to say thank you.
she wants to keep me in the box,
keep the sugar from falling off
onto the floor.
if i’m a muffin,
then i’m the one with the most berries,
bursting open just because
i couldn’t contain the excitement
of seeing you walk through the door.
so I’ll stay soft.
I’ll keep my sugar-crust intact
until I find the person who knows
that the best part of the muffin
isn't the top, or the berry,
but the warmth it leaves
in the palms of the people
who were brave enough
to hold it while it was still hot.
don't worry about me getting hurt.
i’ve got enough sugar
to coat every sharp edge I find.
Apr 12
Apr 12, 2026 at 10:49 PM UTC
So you’re on the Main Street, right?
Turn left onto the little alley way
next to the flower shop,
standing prettily with its painted windows and gorgeous displays.
Tucked away behind other shops,
you’ll see it.
With its inviting smell of coffee,
hot chocolate, and cookies,
and the perfectly neat pastry rack by the counter.
Each cupcake is frosted perfectly,
Each muffin baked with love and care;
and strawberries, of course.
Once you experience all of that, you know you’re at the best coffee shop in town.
The curtains are tied back into perfect little bows
To reveal glittering windows with a view to nowhere, but a beautiful view nonetheless.
There are little shops and restaurants, making it amazing for people-watching,
especially for artists that like drawing people!
If reading is more your style,
you’ll find gorgeous bookshelves sitting along the pretty walls.
They’re fully stocked with hundreds of novels, from new to old;
in alphabetical order too.
Sprinkled with dust that makes them even more endearing somehow.
So once you make it to the coffee shop,
Go inside and enjoy the food and drinks, okay?
Stay as long as you want there, they don’t mind customers that hang out even for hours
lost in a borrowed book or painting the summer sky that they saw 5 hours ago,
now painting from memory because of the moon coming up.
And maybe buy some flowers on your way back!
The flower shop is pretty, with its sweet smell and colorful blooms.
Have fun,
and welcome to a town of dreams!
Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 5:44 PM UTC
all i want to do
is buy wine
and chocolate chip muffins
but i wheel my cart past the aisles
and i see a familiar face.
waiting in line.
of course
its not really her
the real one
is a thousand miles away
the real one is anywhere but here
Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 8:42 PM UTC
with her on my mind
we woke up
in
her
mouth
she devours me
when
we
went
to sleep
?
...
..
.
Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 11:05 AM UTC
Heat oven to 400ºF. Place paper baking cup in each of 12 regular-size muffin cups, or grease bottoms only of muffin cups.
Cleaning hands of the grease
excitement in the release
anticipating the taste
forget, the roll on the waist
Stir all ingredients except blueberries just until moistened. Gently stir in blueberries. Divide batter evenly among cups.
The smell of heavenly batter
nothing else in the world, too matter
moist and gooey, so dreamy
the texture so smooth, and creamy
Bake 13 to 18 minutes or until golden brown.
From the oven returning
my want and my need, a yearning
too hot to touch, I want them so much
my tongue and lip, are now burning
I'll eat the entire batch
no breath and no train to catch
fat dumb and happy, taking a *****
a carb dream, I made them from scratch
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 9:37 AM UTC
sometimes
when the words
won't come out right
when you know what to say
but not how to say it
or even when
you're just not ready
you say
whatever you can
you say
what comes to mind
you say
chocolate chip muffins
and that person
the right person
if they're the right person
that right person
will know
exactly
what you mean
chocolate chip muffins
yes
i love you too
Dec 8, 2016
Dec 8, 2016 at 6:50 PM UTC
Muffins in the oven
Music in my headset
Smells wafting through the house
Egg and hash-brown casserole waiting to be made
Silent people sleeping mere feet away.
Today is a good day.
Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 8:16 AM UTC