Dreamscape[prose poetry]
Dream Escape A deep blue sky, and a field of wildflowers as far as the eye can see. The horizon ponders to itself in the twilight. Stars are putting on a show: twinkling, dazzling, flying across the sky like there was no tomorrow, which could...
Chocolate Factory/Care A Lot
prose/poetry i love you i was born in the 70s, among odd angled houses, and eyes looking out of windows. "mellow yellow", along with "how much is that doggy in the window?", seems connected forever in my life.
Culling the Fold
Culling the Fold And God looked down upon the face of the world which they had created so long ago. In their absence it had changed, and yea, it displeased them greatly. No longer were the people kind or hopeful or honorable. God touched theirself...