EmpireShining up ahead, On a mystical hill, A story told for a century, Heard by parading patriots.Jan 20Jan 20
Ode to PipThose dark chocolate eyes, Yellowed by disease, Will haunt me forever, Along with those loving, last licks.Jan 2Jan 2
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
