Jun1 A drunk woman sprawls in a moonlit alleyway— spring melancholy. May31 In the nursing home I clutch my father’s thin hand— spring melancholy. May30 Through this morning’s fog I cannot see my plum tree— spring melancholy. May9 spring melancholy— inevitable, it seems, when plum blossoms fall May8 The pedophile priest chooses a new altar boy— spring melancholy. May7 Unexpected rain drenches kids en route to school— spring melancholy. May6 After his house burns, an old man sifts the ashes— spring melancholy. May3 my father’s dying more than a decade ago— spring melancholy Post navigation ← Older posts 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 Loading Comments... Write a Comment... Email (Required) Name (Required) Website
May31 In the nursing home I clutch my father’s thin hand— spring melancholy. May30 Through this morning’s fog I cannot see my plum tree— spring melancholy. May9 spring melancholy— inevitable, it seems, when plum blossoms fall May8 The pedophile priest chooses a new altar boy— spring melancholy. May7 Unexpected rain drenches kids en route to school— spring melancholy. May6 After his house burns, an old man sifts the ashes— spring melancholy. May3 my father’s dying more than a decade ago— spring melancholy Post navigation ← Older posts 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 Loading Comments... Write a Comment... Email (Required) Name (Required) Website
May30 Through this morning’s fog I cannot see my plum tree— spring melancholy. May9 spring melancholy— inevitable, it seems, when plum blossoms fall May8 The pedophile priest chooses a new altar boy— spring melancholy. May7 Unexpected rain drenches kids en route to school— spring melancholy. May6 After his house burns, an old man sifts the ashes— spring melancholy. May3 my father’s dying more than a decade ago— spring melancholy Post navigation ← Older posts 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 Loading Comments... Write a Comment... Email (Required) Name (Required) Website
May9 spring melancholy— inevitable, it seems, when plum blossoms fall May8 The pedophile priest chooses a new altar boy— spring melancholy. May7 Unexpected rain drenches kids en route to school— spring melancholy. May6 After his house burns, an old man sifts the ashes— spring melancholy. May3 my father’s dying more than a decade ago— spring melancholy Post navigation ← Older posts 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 Loading Comments... Write a Comment... Email (Required) Name (Required) Website
May8 The pedophile priest chooses a new altar boy— spring melancholy. May7 Unexpected rain drenches kids en route to school— spring melancholy. May6 After his house burns, an old man sifts the ashes— spring melancholy. May3 my father’s dying more than a decade ago— spring melancholy Post navigation ← Older posts 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 Loading Comments... Write a Comment... Email (Required) Name (Required) Website
May7 Unexpected rain drenches kids en route to school— spring melancholy. May6 After his house burns, an old man sifts the ashes— spring melancholy. May3 my father’s dying more than a decade ago— spring melancholy Post navigation ← Older posts 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 Loading Comments... Write a Comment... Email (Required) Name (Required) Website
May6 After his house burns, an old man sifts the ashes— spring melancholy. May3 my father’s dying more than a decade ago— spring melancholy Post navigation ← Older posts