SpontaneousSerenityas the world is going to hellin a handbasketPoets' lives matter also,MoonflowerNo matter what color the egg is on Easterhas nothing..
Bleary-eyed soulstung by a bumble beebeneath the magnolia treesentertaining an autistic child"Is this my world or yours"?He would ask wordlesslywith s..
Your birthday gifthonored with a tragedy,so you go ahead andlie your shadows down.There is silence in the slowingcrazy networkmind hivesover 5000 exop..
'Tis the seasonHe said it is a season for choosing.Someone said he considers them the crudest formof humanity but that the lowest will be the first ga..
She treated him with the acrity of a dull blade,mixed with boredom and the strife of living.She can't remember the last time; if ever, he hadbrought h..