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
die
and lent down and planted a rose between her teeth

latte
by maja m.miusow



















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

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

m.
by maja m.miusow