How do I write “mother” I’ve painted this, the word it’s image birthed with watered pigment; reds and orange blackish browns, set within the line of...
All Hallow’s Day. (Inspiration point) Two thousand years of song in tale on Celtic moors where moons aglow and babble brooks in country shire rush.....
You asked Me “how am I” To share and be spoken turned To hear and find heard echoed in response” in Seeking MM a whole year already gone . . . .gone...
Once Life I've lost track of my life. It's all gone. I'm gone from my life. I live in a bed. I roll from side to side. Someone takes my excrement and...
