small words of a scottish girl

An artist's house, Not my idea of

Not my idea of an artist's house. 'this is the place' The house was white of tripping-ups and triumphs An empty plate memories slide down the walls...

Beneath the same sky.

Beneath the Same Sky. The 4.30 sky is pink and the 4 o' clock bus is late and the 8 o' clock shower that lasted all day Just shed it's last drop now...

Christmas

Christmas. Tipping back the cardboard cup I drink the last of my hand-warming gingerbread latte Starbucks' own Christmas indicator Crumpling and...