I woke up Friday morning feeling disoriented, figuring I’d had a dream, but nothing…
Half-way into the mass of tangled wild grapevines and weaves of diverse plant life is a familiar place I stop and look at most…
The DREAM of me,That never was,No scars, no pain,No knowledge of the dark.
Should a cat lope? I mean, like a wolf…This boy’s all haunches & low-slunglike a rig from Martha’s…