There are the fronds again Flimsy green knives Commanded by the wind . . . Or do they know how … More
Poetica of a Divided Life As a matter of convention I will provide a quick summary of the following surreal … More
“I have a sick amusement in watching people get worked up and annoyed,” Christa said. Her friend, confused, “What? Why?” … More
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concrete cracks contrasts with countries of colors in the sky contracts to coexist capturing calls of cults wild cats beginning … More
dreams like a little bowl of pretzels tiny twisted salt on toast one and another up and over the little … More
oats in my coffee staring tans and black at me stirring round my mind e a c h s i … More
I am diseased with Writing, for at the wrong times I only see rhymes.