“I’ll do the countdown, one hour and ten minutes till we leave to get my new bat.” Jack […]
poetry
Keep dismissing me. Nothing’s missed. I’m oblivious to your hiss. No ruling of step or fist. Just air, […]
province.
Ce soir …
Direction changed up Finally the needed sight ME – entirety
Or as I call it, FastRacket. Sipping espresso slow, smooth jazz as background. Couple more receipts to enter. […]
Again in the urge to binge-read. And I mean really read. Not on a fucking kindle (Wait are […]
Part of my challenge to self, writing more verse. Didn’t write one yesterday but not caring at the […]
Just meditation, thought – Collection.
Everything has to be written.