The recently-arrived bracket of disgruntlement
on the left side of my mouth
no longer disappears completely
when I smile.
Thursday, 18 February 2016
Thursday, 11 February 2016
On my way to buy a morning paper #65
A flock of seagulls, by the sound of it;
only four in actuality.
(Wasn't there a group called that?)
only four in actuality.
(Wasn't there a group called that?)
Wednesday, 3 February 2016
Monday, 1 February 2016
On my way to buy a morning paper #64
Blackness of high-looming clouds made evil by the not-yet-risen sun.
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