01 Jan, 2021

Dirty Dishes

01 Jan, 2021

Dirty Dishes Sometimes the gunky cheese board and oily salad bowl [can] remain in the sink alongside the soaking fry pan because a wild dream-filled sleep seems the better devotion.   Sometimes the empty quiche plate and crumb-filled cutting board [can] join the pile because a breakfast picnic of...

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10 Feb, 2019

Storm

10 Feb, 2019

Storm Dark clouds kiss the sky, lay themselves down like a vixen waiting to be ravaged. Winds aloft are warm like breath, but here where I stand, it’s frozen. Tiny, iced ball-bearings pelt the earth and leave striations of white against my window. Who gives a storm a name...

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