a gang of warblers play a game of tag by the bath occasionally pausing to dip while two ... CONTINUED
Short poems about life and love
plot 17
the august sun warmed my back as the last row of flowers were planted in dirt dark as night ... CONTINUED
nights of vinyl
the purists will say that nothing quite matches the warm, rich tones like vinyl as the metal ... CONTINUED
forget me nots
if i could summon the strength i'd ask you to forget about that time at the lake when we got ... CONTINUED
take a look at these hands
long slender fingers as a mother strokes the face of her angel to sleep or calloused ... CONTINUED
wrong side of history
i marched off like the rest and ashamed now to admit how proud i strutted down the street as ... CONTINUED
trespassing (again)
a sepia-stained ramshackle mess is all that remains of the gallery where we first met. i ... CONTINUED
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