Spy-Co Writing

The feat of beauty. the walk behind the paddy; when the sun brims behind the clouds. And the soft music of the winds, With the ho..

Another sour bite. The hungry juvenile looks at me. I stare, then laugh; He listens, and then barks. I eat, he watches. I lo..

All alone. I stand, I don’t remember. The door is beside; And the hustle Of life looks at me through the glass I thin..