Category Archives: Nellen, Stefani

Thoughts During Running 2

by Stefani Nellen

Absinthe doesn’t taste as light as the scent of bark and pine needles breaking from my trail, and the memory of cigarette smoke is covered by cold mist rising from the iced up puddles under the bridge, and as distant as the traffic thundering up ahead, on the other side of the rusty steel guts. A sleepless tongue coated in the day’s first coffee doesn’t taste as sharp as cereal in yoghurt, and sweat from my unwashed face. (more…)