G-d and his g-d d-mn l-m-ns
Icy and golden, I dare not taste that sour liquid for fear of the skin-to-skin contact that makes me humble, …
Icy and golden, I dare not taste that sour liquid for fear of the skin-to-skin contact that makes me humble, …
An ostrich ate my heart out on a Sunday afternoon. A judge deemed that ostrich a martyr. Opening the iron …
A friend of mine, a poet and genius, asked me a question the other day: “What do you want to …
Father Time married Mother Nature this month, nearly eighty years ago. Before that, they were engaged for thirteen years. Five …
Have you ever stepped in a puddle? Just been walking along, minding your own business, when you find your foot …
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder — what about blind people? Stick figures must have the worst porn. …
A vase inhabited by a ghost that pinches you occasionally when you forget to water your plants. A mirror housing …
Don’t blog me, blogger. I’ll blog you til’ kingdom blog, blogger. It’s all about the blog, don’t you blog? What …
I have an obsession with non sequitur. There. I said it. Whew. Now I can go on with my life, …
Don’t tell me some divine isn’t out there watching over us, listening to every single thing every single person (7.075 …
The leaf I’m on is fragile, green, iridescent to any other eye but mine. I mistake my foot for a bike …
I’m not crazy I swear, said the author. I’m just ex-pear-i-menting. “Pigeons pigeonholed in their pigeonholes?” I said, my pig …
Daisy chain whipping field, strawberry sweet and green birthing stark against brick red strength. Arbor are bore, oak wood in …
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