Other creatures fly with far less hope.
Category: Death
to what we never tried
With so limited a vista, no wonder I haunt you! I’ve nothing better to do.
INTO PARADISE MAY THE ANGELS LEAD YOU
FEAR NOT! The angels always say.
Good God? – a ramble ’round golgotha
somanycontradictions
PTSD
At the very least – PTSD starts with “Post”, So I’ve got that going for me…
Sonnet XXI – moons will be
CONTROL is my Achilles’ heel, you see; I like to think that I can call the moon.
“If” – A Grateful Nod to Seuss
If I ran the zoo (hey, you know what? I do!)
Ben 6.0?
Tracking my software development.
the midnight call
dark hours accuse, misuse, abuse, confuse. The hope of living rises with the sun.
faded glory
Try as I might, I just can’t see the beauty.
Narcissi
A Gift – Consistently Cared For.
too far from here
bear the arid flatness
tempore vanitatis
measure the passing of our existence
sunless solstice
celestial cycles don’t control all darkness.
hold on tight
factory-installed
strata
“feel the feels” a friend affirmed, and deeply dug did I.
worthless gods
If only Coleridge had given Okeonos to that Mariner of olden days…
not dead yet.
Do they ever stop breathing?
mocked by numbers
Build Me! Your unseeing eye squints in condescension
It’s Coming.
into her cavernous gullet everything goes.
