I’m just throwing incendiaries into the dark, to light this place up, hoping to catch a picture of what’s really going on.
Tag: monostich
Winter Warning
Winter warning: honeyed shovels scattered on the ground
Whisper
We whisper into the early morning hour out of respect for the dying night
The thing I love
the thing I love about futballers is that they’ll keep running at and trying to beat an opponent, they rarely give up.
It’s amazing how quickly and easily their joy becomes your joy, your joy becomes my joy.
Hope At Least
As you sit there watching the homeless man with carpet padding scarfed around his neck draping down to his feet flip through a magazine he dug out of a trash can, leaning against the trash can, legs crossed, you think: at least there’s always hope. . .
Wronged
You’re wronged until they’re rot, then what have you got?
You are the inventor
There are no ideas in things, you are the inventor!
