art – sophie grace hollis poetry

[bothy]

outside an uninhabited house with boarded up windows and crumbling stone i spy a plethora of lilies growing in quiet sgh

[describing the happiness of that morning]

that morning i sauntered into the sun as it spilled on to the street. i skipped past the transparent blotches on the cobblestones like puddles on the table from the water jug over breakfast. i looked up. the sky was a beauty that morning. a newborn baby. flickering waves on the water. airplane clouds ahead.Continue reading “[describing the happiness of that morning]”

Since I last blogged.

Since I last blogged, I became an auntie. My niece was born in late December and she’s small and soft with a tuft of hair. Jillianne and I bought her some duck-beak slippers. As of a few days ago, she has begun to smile. Since I last blogged, I’ve climbed two mountains. Mount Ozzard (750Continue reading “Since I last blogged.”