Colly is with Donnie again. Sam your redheaded chairperson of the bored.

My mother arrived in Germany and all was fine. 8216;Please grow from your experiences and be determined to be a better person.

I am a tree without leaves, for the wind has scattered them all. Fun, both literally and sarcastically. 1 Just time for a quick recap of the weekend.

As it turns out, the wool fabric you can see next to the bucket refuses to compost. The cotton and linen I put in the garden in April or May, by comparison, already tears easily; the muslin shreds with a caress of the finger; but this wool does not tear even after many months longer. Perhaps I should shred it and expose it to the elements rather than bury it in compost. This entry was posted in composting. This entry was posted in Uncategorized.

Child Welfare by Christine Ray. Of human and what makes you. My New Poem up on Sudden Denouement.

The poetry of Claire Louise Field. And tagged poems waiting room hospital. We, us, them, you, her and him, reflecting. The lady with the glasses wants a chair,. The lady with the glasses deals with pain. On her own terms, and shouts at, and blames it. No two people show thoughts identically. A white coat floats in, ambushed by questions. Them, her, us , you, her and him, reflecting.