ripe
Reblochon & crunchy oat biscuits – softly mellow between tongue and teeth
Monday, June 30, 2014
Sunday, June 29, 2014
Saturday, June 28, 2014
small stone 178/2014
after
three attempts to put in the right pin number her face becomes an alphabet of
confusion, sorrow, uncertainty
Friday, June 27, 2014
small stone 177/2014
late summer
rain on tarmac becomes a moist mist that touches the trees, diffuses the traffic,
and pierces my thinking
Thursday, June 26, 2014
small stone 176/2014
from the sixth floor, the neighbours roof resembles
a carpet of desert grass – beaten by the weather, close to death
Wednesday, June 25, 2014
small stone 175/2014
domestic noise: water pumped from the washing
machine, coffee beans through the grinder, my feet across the wooden floor
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