summer the rain irks the senses crawl away now
Month: July 2024
the truth is for the mind conditioned to behave as sheep do
fickle as the words that leap without second thought from this tongue
dusk the rain conjures somatic urges confined to the skin
settling with savages the name of each scar
summer the best way to start the day is to stand wing to wing
the quiet man dreams of paradise like he was taught to
look in the mirror and say that you are destined
stop sign the sparrow looks right then left and proceeds to the heavens
char along the lines of the gripping word