Have you ever heard the term bullet journal? Up until the spring of this year I hadn’t. And here I am in my eighth month of bullet journaling, delighted with the whole thing.
60 Days of Blue (blue-blue-blue) Christmas
Should have realised that buying campy Christmas ornaments is a gateway drug, but I didn’t, and the whole thing just snowballed.
Water Weight
I think of you
as the memory of our love
shatters like a ceramic plate, suddenly
In the Blue of Night We Embraced
It was on his lips and on my hips, / And I leaned in closer to inhale the / Magic-like, love-struck perfume that / He wore on his shoulder like a / Promise.