Tag: work

at the end of the day

mint tea in the mug with the gingko leaves with an extra squeeze of honey - you know, from the bear-shaped bottle I could never resist in spite of (or because of) its silliness somehow the steam against the chin erases the sort of day … Continue reading at the end of the day


I have stumbled upon the occasion of your lips and wander wondrously betwixt - bewitched © Sarah Whiteley Just a quick note to say I'm still writing. But I've also been keeping myself busy with composing a new piece of music - I know! the … Continue reading *


the dogwood holds out its buds in tight-fingered spring, weeks after the juncos began to sing and the robins to trill their territories even the cherry trees twisted with age have thrust their changing into the air, as though they feel the need to prove … Continue reading spring