I call my car Rusty. I know cars are supposed to be female, but Rusty isn’t. He is far too lazy to be female…
Portugal.
“New Orleans is haunted.”
She stands in the sideways, abysmal like a bird bereft from the flocks,The shrubs of her hair stay nonchalant even though the evening…
Slipping through the cracks of wind, I am blown to a new dimension; now windless, now barren —…
Monday, march 5th, Agatha stared at me with feline indifference from the other side of the table, obviously not interested in my breakfast…
Wings wide spread, axis in, soft, slow,wings stowed back, mushy, yolk and white.Thermal nature.
Conduction, radiation: heat flow.Hugger strived not to miss the flight,flesh arcature.
Oh, the bandwagon is hereGet on board before it leavesIt’s okay, it is safe;We’re all hunters here.