The Other StallionThrough the blades of grass, Galloping, galloping, galloping, Breaking through the waving Sea of infinite, tough leaves.Oct 20, 2020Oct 20, 2020
The Bristled GladeShe remembered once a glade: Not slashed by fire or man, but Malignant in air nonetheless.Oct 20, 2020Oct 20, 2020
The Songbird and the RainbowA chirruping songbird swept about the breezes, then came to rest upon a hill.Oct 19, 2020Oct 19, 2020
Red thawRed is the thaw from our last snow. We suffered a failed hunt & harvest, so our blood ran forth once we had little food.Oct 9, 2020Oct 9, 2020
Like twigs snapped from a tree.Happiness and sorrow come and go like twigs snapped from a tree. Brusque, violent, instant.Oct 3, 2020Oct 3, 2020