3.2.12
















in the domestic hush of morning
a viking fleet sets sail in a.'s room
a trail of post-it love weaves randomly through the house
a feather slips its pillowcase 
+ i'm bowled over by turgenev - again.


all is well.






( . . .  or at least it was a lot better before i pulled my back . . . )
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2 comments:

Olga Inoue said...

hello,
i like your blog,
so clean.
and turgenev -
i love this novel
so much and happy to read
it in russian.

eau de nil said...

dear olga, thank you, i'm so glad you stopped by because now i have discovered your blog, which is like a dream. i so wish i could read this novel in russian too.