she even looked a bit like you
outside the port-a-johnleaning on the livestock penstrapped between twin stenchesI hold your purse like a used tissue “don’t go anywhere!”so I …
outside the port-a-johnleaning on the livestock penstrapped between twin stenchesI hold your purse like a used tissue “don’t go anywhere!”so I …
Might we again relearn what once was known To forebears long ago but somehow lost By later generations–scorned and …
We mount our steeds every day, some swift, eager; some balky, locked in place. We circle each day midst a …
I didn’t know oil could crack. But new fissures open in sunflowers, gladiolas, the black and grey of the background. …
There once was a boy who could dream a lost world and manage to reach it at times; his mind …
There are those who live like dark corner dwellers, night sky sojourners watching the others, wishing to join them knowing …
thoughts, like a breeze, soar currents across space – to linger within us innately viewed they offer a sense of …
take a moment to step aside, stand upon the footpath- lean against a wall, and look, just look at the …