‘monosyllables now. tired fingers.
soothed by late night conversations. on books and worthless authors.
worthwhile lessons and parcels tied in muslin.
haikus that don’t follow rhyme or meter.
bruises heal.’
– NS
‘monosyllables now. tired fingers.
soothed by late night conversations. on books and worthless authors.
worthwhile lessons and parcels tied in muslin.
haikus that don’t follow rhyme or meter.
bruises heal.’
– NS
