help me darlings. i’m strung out on so-so books. the last books i’ve read: olive kitteridge, the help, the book thief, cat’s eye, the secret of eden, unaccustomed earth, hotel of corner of bitter and sweet, and cutting for stone have all left me...
save for sundays, i wake when it’s pitch dark. early morning and i have always fancied one another. coffee, candle, clean crisp thinking. i’m my most guttural come 4am. i’ve ceased reading/watching morning news. she’s been stirring our souls instead. no need for...
save for sundays, i wake when it’s pitch dark. early morning and i have always fancied one another. coffee, candle, clean crisp thinking. i’m my most guttural come 4am. i’ve ceased reading/watching morning news. she’s been stirring our souls...
i see you spring…… scarves of silk and swishing skirts are anxiously waiting to come out and play. it’s time for sweet peas and apricots to shoo away the dusty doldrums of season sad. bows and boudouir…….with remnants still of boyfriend...
