who are you, tom waits:

“I did my time in the jail of your arms.” -from the song Who Are You, by Tom Waits

bugsplat derby

in a cozy office in the US, maybe at langley, or creech air force base, north of vegas, there is an officer watching video feeds of suspected targets in

Brecon Beacons Climb

Misty layers of mountain folds, tramping higher, new views inspire, and give excuse to stop, turn round, to stare, lift eyes up from the ground, and drink it in before more slog

Vézelay

Vézelay

Chains of Epilogue

The small dot was as insignificant as its size and resemble no value: the Darkness only swell inside it, forever trapped and inescapable.

Why did the star dust dance

Why did the star dust dance Why did the rainbow move its stance Why did I hold your hand and shiver Why did you move me like a bolder in the river Why did I feel found and yet mysteriously lost

The Needy

The Needy By P.K.Routray Esited bi P Gaan I saw man in rags; emaciated and craving for food,
Cherry

Road-kill Beautiful

Based on the character of Tracey from "The Tracey Fragments" by Maureen Medved.
Cherry

She breaks easy

When I was a baby, the nurses warned my mother. My bones formed too small- they were afraid to touch me. I was placed in an incubator; as if a sheet glass, was enough
Poem of the week

Futility

Is it ever worth it?

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