On reflection. The posy.
I saw a little girl today. She was giving her granny a posy of flowers. And I was there, a vampire with my sterile cannula, Sucking granny’s vital blood with […]
I saw a little girl today. She was giving her granny a posy of flowers. And I was there, a vampire with my sterile cannula, Sucking granny’s vital blood with […]
Today we are new again. The dawn is fresh, the coffee exciting and prospects seem sweet. New clothes, shined shoes, Tiny, neat finishing touches betray our sheer enthusiasm. We are […]
I started this blog so that you and I could talk about books, old, new or true. When I post about a new book, the result is a handful of […]
How to choose, when you don’t know? When what you want, and what you could have, Seem so real. More oasis than mirage. More solid than smoke. More flavour than aroma. […]
She reads. And the spring sunshine is warm upon her back. Her latte, perfect. Creaminess and foam, warmth and happiness. A petit fours of velvety ganache besides. He lives here. […]
The good ladies at Bluebird Blvd and Buried Words And Bushwa are having a blog carnival this week called “Show Us Your Weather”. I dearly enjoy their blogs, so here is […]
You don’t know how much I miss you. I know that you don’t care. I’m wide awake while you are sleeping and We’ve nothing left to share. Sleep on. I’ll […]