200 words.

Geriatrics, more like. Nigel takes them diving pretends that his skin tees and fondness for Patti LaBelle mean nothing. There's always a soft place to fall between Dave's big burgers

Without Oberon Without Oberon I'm caked in rain,the lacewing lash of it , a sticky caul I'm all earthbound slow and limping downed just Moth Without Oberon

Single again with my broken up lover who's now my friend.

I live in there and THE WORLD IS MY OYSTER

I became the droplets of sweat in the warming sun, running down my body - my private waterfall.

Just another manic Monday.

I Under water where the deeper depths are down where breathing doesn't happen for me a slow motion is movement, like waves breaking. None of us knows motion like this, poised, delicate,