Nemophilist
Deep loam callshumid ‘neath the firsand soaring cedarscreating a dark canopy of motionagainst the leaden…
Read MoreDeep loam callshumid ‘neath the firsand soaring cedarscreating a dark canopy of motionagainst the leaden…
Read MoreI plucked a rose oncefrom a gardenwithout permissionslicing it quicklyfrom the stemwith my jacknifeand carried…
Read MoreAhh phobias, wonderful things that stop you dead in your tracks without warning, like that…
Read MoreDirty sock – hanginglifeless from the hamper rail,redolent of touch footballon the lawn,or perhaps the…
Read MoreFeel the electric, ions charged,swooping down, bending trees,whole,it roars in my ears. I stand, feet…
Read MoreWho doesn’t love the gentle sound of wind in the trees or the rustling of…
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