Breakfast and November
In the twilight of November with moon a sickle sharp and bleeding, I saw your shadow passing, through our garden, dun. I waited, asked: “Do you still remember?”, and you […]
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Darker than dreaming
I read today that this November has not been blessed with sunlight it’s been cloudy, darker than forever But still with you, at home, it’s bright it’s sunny in this […]
Guess who it is?
She cupped the silk of her hands to cover my eyelids with warmth, and whispered with cotton wool softness into the depth of my ears. “Guess who it is?” The […]
No title (washing away)
It wasn’t the moon wasting its silver in the murderous sea but your footsteps in sand slowly washing away, telling you’d never be back… A second cherita for Marian at […]
Ink onto paper
for a brief moment at armistice rifles stayed silent while soldiers listened to whisper of quills bleeding ink onto paper Marian want presents the form Cherita at toads. Tomorrow it’s […]
