Blurry birds… A female crest and two pairs of finches.
This room Safe Without walls
It rained the last two nights.
The world is too much.
Life and death are mostly incomprehensible, though we often try to convince ourselves otherwise.
Normal exhausted out of time
A splurge on the back page Or the back of a dismissive hand
Tapestries gracing ancestral estates Welcome mats trimming our public park gates
An eggless raspberry bellied bake Twitcher fuel – Kitchen-side of the glass
The rubble bank is exactly that: a peculiar, linear, broken brick and excavated, relocated dirt mound at the top of our garden.