I feel most comfortable in old, shabby places.
Kindred spirits, peeling paint, strategic sagging.
I wonder if they knew what was coming.
Neither do I.
“The lyfe so short, the craft so long to lerne." --Chaucer
Poetry, Photography, haiku,
In happiness my words I lack, in grief they overflow.
Creative Nonfiction & Poetry
by Kelly L
THE DRIVELLINGS OF TWATTERSLEY FROMAGE