...picked up on a long walk and carried home in your pocket
Sunday, January 23
I dream of death and destruction, of hiding under piles of clothes and hoping I wouldn't be seen. For breakfast I eat ivory goat's cheese spread onto golden toast, drink crimson cranberry juice.
4 comments:
Gorgeous. Ivory, golden, crimson - sensuous taste, scent, sight
I learned about your small stones through "Writing the Life Poetic" by Sage Cohen. What an awesome idea!
The crimson is so vivid after talk of death and destruction. Made all the more shocking after the cosiness of the golden toast
wintry color
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