Shawl May9 Bitter spring morning— over her bony shoulders she drapes a thin shawl. Blues Mar21 Sunday morning blues— a cup of bitter cocoa as the spirit moves Drinking Oct18 drinking from the cup that I drank from years ago— this bitter water Keep Oct6 in the castle keep a starved and bitter pilgrim praying for release Chrysanthemums Sep1 the flower seller has no red chrysanthemums— I sip bitter tea Ashes Dec8 handful of ashes tossed into the bitter wind— what’s left of my dad Tea Oct12 Someone else’s hands brewed this morning’s pot of tea— bitter every sip. Coffee Apr21 in my cup yesterday’s coffee bitter dregs Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use. To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy Follow Following Mark M. Redfearn Join 476 other followers Sign me up Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now. Mark M. Redfearn Customize Follow Following Sign up Log in Report this content View site in Reader Manage subscriptions Collapse this bar
Blues Mar21 Sunday morning blues— a cup of bitter cocoa as the spirit moves Drinking Oct18 drinking from the cup that I drank from years ago— this bitter water Keep Oct6 in the castle keep a starved and bitter pilgrim praying for release Chrysanthemums Sep1 the flower seller has no red chrysanthemums— I sip bitter tea Ashes Dec8 handful of ashes tossed into the bitter wind— what’s left of my dad Tea Oct12 Someone else’s hands brewed this morning’s pot of tea— bitter every sip. Coffee Apr21 in my cup yesterday’s coffee bitter dregs Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use. To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy Follow Following Mark M. Redfearn Join 476 other followers Sign me up Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now. Mark M. Redfearn Customize Follow Following Sign up Log in Report this content View site in Reader Manage subscriptions Collapse this bar
Drinking Oct18 drinking from the cup that I drank from years ago— this bitter water Keep Oct6 in the castle keep a starved and bitter pilgrim praying for release Chrysanthemums Sep1 the flower seller has no red chrysanthemums— I sip bitter tea Ashes Dec8 handful of ashes tossed into the bitter wind— what’s left of my dad Tea Oct12 Someone else’s hands brewed this morning’s pot of tea— bitter every sip. Coffee Apr21 in my cup yesterday’s coffee bitter dregs Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use. To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy Follow Following Mark M. Redfearn Join 476 other followers Sign me up Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now. Mark M. Redfearn Customize Follow Following Sign up Log in Report this content View site in Reader Manage subscriptions Collapse this bar
Keep Oct6 in the castle keep a starved and bitter pilgrim praying for release Chrysanthemums Sep1 the flower seller has no red chrysanthemums— I sip bitter tea Ashes Dec8 handful of ashes tossed into the bitter wind— what’s left of my dad Tea Oct12 Someone else’s hands brewed this morning’s pot of tea— bitter every sip. Coffee Apr21 in my cup yesterday’s coffee bitter dregs Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use. To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy Follow Following Mark M. Redfearn Join 476 other followers Sign me up Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now. Mark M. Redfearn Customize Follow Following Sign up Log in Report this content View site in Reader Manage subscriptions Collapse this bar
Chrysanthemums Sep1 the flower seller has no red chrysanthemums— I sip bitter tea Ashes Dec8 handful of ashes tossed into the bitter wind— what’s left of my dad Tea Oct12 Someone else’s hands brewed this morning’s pot of tea— bitter every sip. Coffee Apr21 in my cup yesterday’s coffee bitter dregs Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use. To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy Follow Following Mark M. Redfearn Join 476 other followers Sign me up Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now. Mark M. Redfearn Customize Follow Following Sign up Log in Report this content View site in Reader Manage subscriptions Collapse this bar
Ashes Dec8 handful of ashes tossed into the bitter wind— what’s left of my dad Tea Oct12 Someone else’s hands brewed this morning’s pot of tea— bitter every sip. Coffee Apr21 in my cup yesterday’s coffee bitter dregs Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use. To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy Follow Following Mark M. Redfearn Join 476 other followers Sign me up Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now. Mark M. Redfearn Customize Follow Following Sign up Log in Report this content View site in Reader Manage subscriptions Collapse this bar
Tea Oct12 Someone else’s hands brewed this morning’s pot of tea— bitter every sip. Coffee Apr21 in my cup yesterday’s coffee bitter dregs