Cherry

Black Jack

little whimsy

Little old me

Ever felt separated from the world around you ?
Cherry

Petrified Gossamer

Petrified Gossamer A sugar cage of red Welsh gold spun and shaped by flame draped uncomfortably on Ockhams Razor a secular angel on the head of a pin flexible as windblessed cobweb

Released

Of the multitudes that surround us, of the thousands of blinders strapped tight; tunneled visionaries, gazing down dark narrow passages, Who has the fore thought,

Painter

poem

Milo's Yellow Digger

poem, about Milo

I Don't Think, Therefore I Am

The differences I see in the world today, and the world I remember growing up in, range far and wide.

A Screwtape Letter

Written after reading "The Screwtape Letters" by C.S. Lewis a few years back.

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