The sun Gave rise to A mighty phoenix From the ashes...
Oh, my! What a world Where spiders weave webs of deceit...
He said, I’ll beat you And I Don’t hurt me I’ll...
We are wind, supine over glacial waters We are petals of...
No sound passes Wooden ear knobs To live alone With blue...
I never knew of promise and now it holds me as...
Sometimes a painting is just a painting. Sometimes it’s more. Sometimes...
The juxtaposition of rock, decaying mulch and vibrant new plant life...
I’m not paranoid. I’m OBSERVANT! I shout silently—impudently and hop in...
I dumped my water out while I was using the restroom...