Not being Nostradamus

The noise of grief is deafening

This... (I.P)

It was because of you that it all came to this. The memories of someone else dictating our history now only gnaw at me in transient daydreams.

I came to call your name

The night sky beckons, the moon callers yelp and howl at the emptyness The cold air bites and snaps at exposed fingers, trickling down to socked toes

RED DEER'S - CHILDRENS ADVENTURE CONTINUES IN THE CAMP! PART EIGHT.

Floating Cloud is worried.

First chapter of a book idea. not named yet

"He must have climbed through the window. We found him stewing nicely on the burner.”

Shut out!

When the going gets tough......

Kisses At Your Garden Gate

The kiss starts out so playfully, mischievous, almost teasingly. With little darts, to erotic parts, that come in waves so pleasingly.

A Rumour of Summer

I heard a rumour that Summer stopped by today She came for breakfast and lunch But didn’t stay for tea She said she had places to go, you know- Sunnier climes to visit

slap in the face

“As for me, all I know is that I know nothing.” -Socrates

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