When it pours, you don’t always have to look for cover. Excuse the mystique. I’m steeped. (3/12/14)

Bury into your mental faster than a ravenous beetle, need a stage like a crack addict has to […]

Loop. No more. Diamond floor. And now another lap. Tired of reruns. Rally. (3/8/14)

Landing. Quicker than sought. The storm almost halted me, decidedly. Blade circles cease. Not appeased. Takeoff again, pattern […]

Paper cup.  I sympathize. You want to be more, more sturdy of material, more respected, on a shelf […]