A fly in ointment makes waves that draw smiles Lap at the edges of a Petri dish as though enthused Climb for sides but slip beneath and… Read more “Acrylic”
Month: December 2018
Do you remember these words?
Crimes will be measured ‘fore a crowd that braves iced wind. I will define this motion in the eyes of the living and the not-so-living. In me… Read more “Do you remember these words?”
A fading; remorse
She walked away through the hills of clay while I stood in dismay and cold wonder The dew was a treaty in the moment, so fleeting and… Read more “A fading; remorse”
Vast Imbecility 