Ocean’s Across

As I look across the sky I see myself gathering love in a basket --
Cherry

Two Point Four

the sky, through the half-ajar Velux, a slow blue conveyor belt of cotton wool;

Donny's Big Adventure (Prologue)

Donny's day starts out rough, and gets worse.

Spontaneous garbage

Don't blame me. I only typed it.

A Familiar Affair

Never have much luck with men – not for the want of trying.

Ocean Away

Waters receding revealling footprints to follow

Our Shelter

The storm ahead is getting close

Drown

The best of intentions

Sparks

The crackle of words sparking blue pulse in dim pub spark down point of plastic pen down tube of ink that crackle smoke flare spark blue ignite fingernails scorch skin those sparks — scrawled blue m

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