by Abbe Rolnick | Aug 16, 2018 | Abbe's Notes
Roasted coffee beans. Blend and grind. Espresso—steamed milk. Toil the hillside. Shake the red plum fruit. Dry-sort-roast. So we can savor A Latte. ~Abbe
by Abbe Rolnick | Aug 9, 2018 | Abbe's Notes
Is like a good red blend of wine. All the richness of fruit, the bitter, the chocolate, smoky and bold. To be savored, let your lips taste the elegance, the complexity. ~Abbe
by Abbe Rolnick | Aug 2, 2018 | Abbe's Notes
Self-banging gongs. Stormy night harnesses nature. Morning rhymes—here come the chimes....
by Abbe Rolnick | Jul 19, 2018 | Abbe's Notes
I admit that each character flaw is my own. And the stories I tell are how I grow. Imagination is the first stem in seeing more. Without the possible there is no probable. ~Abbe
by Abbe Rolnick | Jul 12, 2018 | Abbe's Notes
Devoid of all nail-polish. A finish of callouses and cuts, soothed by grease. A woman’s hands hold the child, the groceries. Burns when cooking, soothed by a child’s folded fingers. A woman’s hands, absent of frills, unites in muscled massages, honored by hugs....
