Those two words
No more wishing to hold you,
to smell you,
Adam,somemaintain,on this mountain topmarked his drop from gracewith a traceso giant’tis still extant — from Eden to this…
I have met Legion!I pass him every day;Meet his multitude in the eye.I work beside him;Eat at his table.There is nowhere I can escape him!
Fade into the shadows, the humble prophet,the resident controversialist, the snack stealerbespectacled and…
Near the stream’s edgein the dank reeds hecarefully observes theflying invertebrate.
Mid-twenties, for most men, can be a particularly delicate period.
Sip of coffeeLooking at your eyesQuick flash of our pastFingers crossed