I only wish the springhad sprung an openvista to explore
You are no more special than any other snowflake that falls upon my hand.
Orange carpets. Fake wood panel vinyl walls.Corked kitchen. Red bakelite salad bowls.Stone checkerboard and shape edged…
Ten years I sailed on open seasNo land in sight for days, for weeksNo harbour or small berth be mineA crew complaining, “Feed…
Moons ago we roamed the open tundra.From place to place until we found a home.Sweet soil to dig in to, and thunderAnd lightning to to…
The speed of light is infiniteWithin it all is boundAll butterflies and crocodilesExist as if they’re sound
Street car is full. “Sawry, sawry.” Push bags tripping young and old alike. Old faces lined with hurt. Dark skinned beauty stands tall, proud. Under…
Excel at all that brings beforeyou and your kind be freeof willingness to fly alonethrough berths so varied seefor who but you and…