A curt, little wind cuts abruptly stabs full through heavy handed despair sitting here waiting for the sun to throw off harsh shadow bleakness sift…
A curt, little wind cuts abruptly stabs full through heavy handed despair sitting here waiting for the sun to throw off harsh shadow bleakness sift…
Girl with the you-can’t-make-me swagger muttering defiances from a sour tongue a mouth formed to mask disappointment a handful of toughness to cover your shattered…
Oh that calm sea the cliffs of England near distant perpetual lull of incoming tides sand and pebbles dance if you listen you can hear…
They called him Old Aaron he used to sit in the Arby’s parking lot in summer out there on the table sun beating down somtimes…
Old letters sometimes fall out as if sifted from the center of time itself words stare back from slanted sentences uttered by strangers from afar…
My friend The Count has asked for my advice He wants a makeover to improve his social life We could begin with his wardrobe those…
Not long ago, the butterflies came and filled the sky orange, black magnificent sight the fields were full on a sunny autumn day like a…
I really must tell you if you haven’t been around about Mrs. McLoon wrecking havoc in our town she decided Love Potion Number Nine really…
Black cat crosses paths Many won’t follow her way I let her inside Image courtesy of Pixabay, in fact, all of my images are courtesy…
Imagine my surprise late one night out shopping all day home within sight My house all lit up as if a party was on there…