Vanity
He's seen enough of his mistress preening.
Category Writing
For the Sake of My Children
Clouds of blue and yellow remind us of our home.
Frank X. Gaspar
As odd as this might sound, I think I was a "writer" from my very earliest childhood.
Malaika King Albrecht
And, then at some point, I said we should only do rejects-like dumpster diving for poetry.
Nebra Sky Disc Germany 1600s BCE
Dimensions but not directions divined.
The Blue Coat
Klee’s kids skin their knees
and cavort under
blue-sheeted shrouds.
III / The Journey
sunward stretching
Leonard lengthening limbs
Saudade, et tu?
We stand by the winter pond, Look each other in the eye, Then look away.
Falling Off a Log
Thoughts About the Earth series.
The Mask
The old masks let me breathe through my nose and mouth but these masks are different