Rage May31 first day of summer— trampling all the marigolds in a fit of rage Advertisements Words May30 three words from her pen may last seven centuries or seven seconds Despair May29 in the tired hotel reflecting on her failures— deep razor slashes Wavering May28 Though it is eager to snatch crumbs from the table, the brown mouse wavers. Mandolin May27 mandolin player underneath the cherry tree— one blossom opens Stillness May26 the stillness of tea cradled within a blue cup before the first sip Dust May25 country road at noon— the dust from a passing car settles on my skin Post navigation ← Older posts Post to Cancel
Words May30 three words from her pen may last seven centuries or seven seconds Despair May29 in the tired hotel reflecting on her failures— deep razor slashes Wavering May28 Though it is eager to snatch crumbs from the table, the brown mouse wavers. Mandolin May27 mandolin player underneath the cherry tree— one blossom opens Stillness May26 the stillness of tea cradled within a blue cup before the first sip Dust May25 country road at noon— the dust from a passing car settles on my skin Post navigation ← Older posts Post to Cancel
Despair May29 in the tired hotel reflecting on her failures— deep razor slashes Wavering May28 Though it is eager to snatch crumbs from the table, the brown mouse wavers. Mandolin May27 mandolin player underneath the cherry tree— one blossom opens Stillness May26 the stillness of tea cradled within a blue cup before the first sip Dust May25 country road at noon— the dust from a passing car settles on my skin Post navigation ← Older posts Post to Cancel
Wavering May28 Though it is eager to snatch crumbs from the table, the brown mouse wavers. Mandolin May27 mandolin player underneath the cherry tree— one blossom opens Stillness May26 the stillness of tea cradled within a blue cup before the first sip Dust May25 country road at noon— the dust from a passing car settles on my skin Post navigation ← Older posts Post to Cancel
Mandolin May27 mandolin player underneath the cherry tree— one blossom opens Stillness May26 the stillness of tea cradled within a blue cup before the first sip Dust May25 country road at noon— the dust from a passing car settles on my skin Post navigation ← Older posts Post to Cancel
Stillness May26 the stillness of tea cradled within a blue cup before the first sip Dust May25 country road at noon— the dust from a passing car settles on my skin Post navigation ← Older posts
Dust May25 country road at noon— the dust from a passing car settles on my skin Post navigation ← Older posts
