The old man dozed silently on the porch, the early morning stars vying with the setting moon for his attention. Voices stirred on the breeze. Voices that had been calling for a long time.
An 800 word ... Light oozes from a cadaverous bloodless moon Naked limbs denuded and exposed casting a silhouette
"...Full of mystery, wild and free,
Yet written plain or all to see."
A light-hearted look at Texas women.
A lighthearted haiku series. Slam Poetry Night, Alright A cowboy meets his match. Based very loosely off the song "The call the wind Maria" by Sam Cooke.
Winter is different spring comes in February.. These photos were taken within 50 miles of my home. Tarnished, Tainted, and Tattered Time isn’t Relative if you’re always Tardy Love is an Ocean, Vast and Open Violence; or the thought of