winter the old crow sports an icicle for a beard
Tag: fiction
curbside drama a mixture of human and crow onlookers
flesh reduced to the blur of techno organic disco vibes
bridge the empty spaces magic woven and unwoven
darkness embodied orphaned celestials residing within
is your night sky a little out of place let me fix it for you
autumn stage the fireball grows out of control singeing brows and fingertips
how wonderful it would be to reign over toadstools and garden gnomes
alternate timeline the paper boy hands out haiku
the first light stutters barely breaking through the grey
