days of the dead are past

 Happiness has a bland repertoire of expressions, and most days i find myself going about the day, skimming through random joys and horrors ...

We are driven to odd attempts; once it would not have occurred to me to put out in a boat, not on a night like this. Still, it was an instru...

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me. And I shall spend my pension on brandy and ...

We are born, so to speak, provisionally, it doesn't matter where; it is only gradually that we compose, within ourselves, our true ...

there is so much to life that goes unheard; i enjoy the stories, the complicated, unpretty, unvarnished, erroneous, flawed stories that enl...

what a momentous day i have barely processed it but one step out and already all these faces, words, gazes, screams, close words behind c...