Warm
sand mashed...

Low
ceiling...

Sometimes a warm porch
simply cannot be ignored...

End of year retrospective
but expect no bargains...

I am music
my mother is soul...

This beauty wasn't always
scrubbing hearths by hand...

There are some people
for whom loneliness is their...

She speaks roughly
each phrase heavy...

Appreciate life
it will be taken away...

Afloat lonely seas,
jousting radically heavy forces...

My inner weekend
just kicked sand into the face...

Suffering an unparalleled
case of Spring fever...