Ode to PipThose dark chocolate eyes, Yellowed by disease, Will haunt me forever, Along with those loving, last licks.4d ago4d ago
FestivitiesIt’s wet, it’s cold, It’s windy outside, But still it’s time For seasonal tide.Dec 23, 2024Dec 23, 2024
Drumtown EstateThe chain swings from the crane, Beckoning the builders, To come and erect steel pikes, And begin the fight for houses.Dec 13, 2024Dec 13, 2024
The Great GluttonyShaggy and jagged blocks of pixels scatter and shamble on the screen…Dec 7, 2024Dec 7, 2024
Ghosts Of WomenYou were three and I was five, You wanted to play in the dirt, And I was shy and embarrassed, Now you’re somewhere on this Earth.Dec 1, 2024Dec 1, 2024
