I know, I know, my writing has been spotty (at best) for the last couple months. Ironically, this wordless patch … More
This is your hand, these are my hands, this is the world,
which is round but not flat and has more colors
than we can see.
Paint the scene now, before ship takes a dive.
Who is the Weakest Link?
What I pull out may render sad or jolly; Too big for my britches?
Every race needs a winner.
He takes his finger and puts it to my chest.
I’m in here.
Scared to death
When perfection eludes.
Such a claim to…
how did we go from
hairy bodies with clean faces
to bare skin and bushy beards?
He doesn’t come / when you call / usually.