That Curious Love of Green

Scribblings

A New Poem

With each new day comes new hope and regret, regret for the morning, knowing I won’t remember it, hope for the words I might write yet. I’ll linger to imprint, extend and savour, see the flowers linger too this fair October, but it can’t last, […]

The Weekend

The Weekend

Monday again. Monday’s don’t bother me anymore because I’m at home and the things that drive me crazy happen everday, routine, schedules… the dishwasher. If anything I love Monday’s in the same way I love mornings, and January. Fresh starts, new beginnings, and the smell […]