The shutters ticked for every hourthe woman at the shoreline stood there,sinking…
Otto leaned against the trench, its frozen walls perforated any comfort they may have…
The frothful wind. With spillswax, they travel up and down byways. From here the past is nought but rusted haystacks and paint on…
Free Verse
God cannot be a NounA “thing” with a withoutor a whenThe one observed
a passing glanceturned double take:once in noticetwice in comparison