Along the Moose

I am a child of peanut butter fingers

Weather

A passing cloud

Our Wintertime Love

A fox and vixen, I have seen, make love amidst the evergreens. Two brazen flames that brightly glowed from wick of shadow and wax of snow. And honeybees, or so I’m told,
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A letter from the war …

… my father’s writing …
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From right outside this universe …

From right outside this universe, and this material sphere, came One, confusion to reverse, with truth for us to hear, truth that is true, unchangeable,

Not a Day for Trainers

We've all been there...

A Friendly Face

A smile a day can keep lonely old age at bay!
Cherry

The Party

A Mini Manifesto! At the next Election vote for...

the hard-pressed holiday dater

nothing exposes a settler like the glowing x-mas tree on a clear night in a cityscape.

the stirring

a man who knows nothing but work will die from the deprivation of it.

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