Ellipses & Splicing Fids
Love & Bagel Crumbs on the run.
Carefully kept notes, maps, and charts strewn about Nia’s side of the library.
You said, Moonboots & spacesuits ain’t never made a man— True, however Nia said, Whosoever would be, alas, done already had at least one Muse clad in cowboy boots n’ denim.
Love & Bagel Crumbs on the run.
Poems for the Rodeo Clown and other true stories.
A little riff in the sand when the tide goes out
Inktober thus far.
So many places to be, though I could stand here in the glow all night…
Enole ‘ni Mari, Seta vere ner. We made it. Anything that was not rock— the beautiful red rock— enferranti nisevia sim ci ne! as brilliant and as jeweled a red as ever— was scattered about and touched by flame. I collected one of your looking glasses, one you kept on …
Catchin’ outta Cancatchasee
Ramblin’ on ’bout eternity
Hobo #23 comin’ down the tracks at me
Roadtrip anyone?
Four & a quarter lightyears heart to heart
We’ve never been so close apart
Musie, We’re babysitting again! Listen to these Titan children drone.