Saturday, August 25, 2007

where the wild roses grow/m.
by maja m.miusow

on the last day he took her where the wild roses grow
and she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
and he kissed her goodbye, said, All beauty must
and lent down and planted a rose between her teeth

Thursday, August 16, 2007

by maja m.miusow

we all know this, donuts, coffees,chocolates
little pleasures during the day
to survive

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

k&tmk in ie/galway
by maja m.miusow

Monday, August 13, 2007

by maja m.miusow