Torsional Cartography
Doodle meander lines for a new island. Indent harbors and jut peninsulas with a bend of your pen. Snake waterways …
Category: .Observant
Lines on a Grid
I sit each day in cruciverbal tussle With pen in hand and coffee at my side, I sit and think …
I went to look for poetry
I went to look for poetrybeneath the midnight moonout where the potholes pocked the road,and spotted a raccoon. He’d torn …
Fireflies
There are those who live like dark corner dwellers, night sky sojourners watching the others, wishing to join them knowing …