Two-Step
Two-Step from Homelands a Traveling Tales of Waybackwhen book What a tangled, mangled web they weave dancing with the dewdrops, mirroring universes reflected in each others’ eyes. Hung up on […]
Two-Step from Homelands a Traveling Tales of Waybackwhen book What a tangled, mangled web they weave dancing with the dewdrops, mirroring universes reflected in each others’ eyes. Hung up on […]
Hot Pursuit from Metro a Traveling Tales of Waybackwhen book The cold does not bother him. Etched into his bones as the emptiness resides there. It has found a home,
Penned In from Homelands a Traveling Tales of Waybackwhen book Cock-a-doodle how do you do? Rooster, fair weather shaking his tail feathers strutting his stuff never enough that comb on
Reds and oranges joined the chorus skish and crunch listened to the leaves beneath the feet of those that forge the forest floor. Ogethan pondered on his path marked out
The flock of fifteen or so, blue birds, Jays across the field and that of my vision. In twos and threes and struggling singles making their way to winter over
After the living room shake-up the pleading fight to watch “just one more show.” The brushing of the teeth lasted less than I care for gummies and two Batman phonics
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My endshall not bedeterminedby their finish.Photos or notbodies thrownpronespread out before you nowall within an arm’s reachlength, stepgingerlyaside, footsie, footingfor the best purchaseuntil these ruggedplaces become plains. It’s all fluff,
The glassy red feeder is dry, but I fill it upwith my words, ink drying as quickly as liquid sugaras it permeates upon this page, sticky,with the sensation of saccharine
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