brown paper and string
sometimes I think I know too much not… in an arrogant way but more in a… we’ve been down that …
Category: . Solemn
Deadly Games
Please forgive them Lord I beg, they know not what they do, those monoliths, those cold eyed men who play, …
Old Photo
Flea markets hold treasures & trash; dishes with chipped edges, here a framed photo Two unkind, crabby faces reminiscent of …
A Distant Bugler
Here in this quiet stretch of hallowed ground, the welcome sunrise warms me as I step past granite markers, kneeling …
Contrarian
The nymphs that sing at midnight? Just the breeze. The sprites within the water? Just the sun. The hand …