In Vacations

My frightening hair My scarey rabbit My lightning dream My bag of acorns My holey doughnut My crescent moon My amber party My pleasant doom My stick like a snake My Abraham Link-Coin

... Presumed Dead

We used to have so much to say. Not enough hours in the day to discuss … whatever.

The constant sea

The constant sea

Unite and untie

Dylexic identity

Suits and banks

Waves

Anima Mundi

Animus Mundi Each thing has its own key which is its undoing As there are no artefacts in eternity But still a keystone One above all is the way of the pyramid builders
Cherry

The dreaming

I have a dream

The deepest rift

What is the deepest rift?

Relativity rap

would you like too hear a rhyme about Einstein
Cherry

Head space

When did the wind gaffer two Stanley knives together to slice me like this? Fingers reddened to clay; but the metaphorical hi-viz and hard hat untouched in the back of the car

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