Living beauty amidst squalor

[Living, here, is meant as an action, not a descriptor] I sit on my toilet, enjoying a movement, Forgive me, Some can’t, so let’s not be prudish, And looking on the forest of houseplants Which my wife used to trim, And I would water. ————- Since she left me, There’s no one to trim themContinueContinue reading “Living beauty amidst squalor”