A half-shut crimson eye and shockI wonder if the driver tried to stop?Yesterday the…
A looseness in early lightstumbles ㅤstubbing pale yellow toes over sloping…
In a place they found lush with nature’s aesthetic sense,A death stained a streambank with…
Darting from flower to flower, her lustrous coat illuminated by the midday sun, Colibree…
It would be just the two of them; her and the whale.
a poem
Late too, the moon hare lay in grassy fields.
The rusty shovel slices through damp layers of earth. It’s been a long time since she’s bent her back to thankless…