Last Thursday I stroked a horse and muzzled it before it leantaskew. There were ghosts in its hair that played in even the lightestof breezes. A tap… Read more “How to survive an apocalypse”
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Acrylic
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”
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?”
Vast Imbecility 