December 28, 2024

quality of work

if, my love, by some fine miracle, i live to find grey hairs on my head and in my eyebrows, and on the fleshy pillowy fingerbacks then it might not be a testament to our […]

The Rags of Time

Fleeting, we say, is the youth that we seek to hold Beyond its natural span; we clip our own wings In protest of our age. Flightless and old, We can but pretend our age is […]

wren child

i remember once when i was very little my mum told me a story about a house with a weather-vane. what’s a weather-vane i asked her and she said it went on top of your […]

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