My back is stooped and achy my hands are gnarled and shaky and now the looming forecast has me feeling slightly flaky, intense accumulation ...

The sky is cornflower blue the sun a daffodil yellow yon steeple has the greenish hue of copper left to mellow, a swollen river’s swirling b...

As everything gets blurry I feel the need to hurry so I scurry, scurry, scurry forever in a flurry.

Along a desolate degree of road my rusty ride began to spit and lurch then died before an ominous abode, a long unused, dilapidated church. ...

Replenished rapids roar as bawdy crows implore me not to throw away the scraps they so adore but this is how we live too self-consumed to gi...

If it moves you it’s art, if not just a fart.

I pondered, while ingesting my perfectly seared meal, the glaring lack of empathy I always seem to feel then realized while savoring the swe...

These mounds of white may indicate the geezer’s tantrums won’t abate until we’re leaning just a bit more starboard, and then perhaps a tempe...

See the church with its pristine steeple, a tribute to God from devoted people. Fire destroyed only plaster and wood not the bedrock on whic...

I’ve got my super powers packaged right beside my Poe and wiled many hours devouring to and fro, it’s hard to segue seamlessly from someone ...

How plastic can you be? We shall see, we shall see petroleum based products are the key to staying slippery and keeping all your openings fr...

The ambivalence of night is my confessor insinuating in disembodied whispers that the darkness emanating from the vespers is there to cover ...

I can picture so clearly in my mind a trusted companion from long ago that listened to whatever I had to say and held my secrets close, and ...

While shoveling I heard a pigeon coo and suddenly I felt a searing jolt remembering the one near cut in two that day a hawk came down like Z...

Of course the life of royalty is bound to be abuzz with those that hang upon their every breath— don’t make the tale a tragedy like poor Dia...