Best read sideways on mobile devices My eyes get heavy as I pause and think. The mind grows weary with all the undone deeds. Ideas captured down in ink or devised during the time to think about alternatives and opportunities present in all choice. It comes down to listening to not one voice but two. … Continue reading Heavy Eyes
I must cut the lines with a knife
and purge a part of you from my life
No one knows why grief can be ginormously brief
I wonder, what have your critters taught you?
I met a man with one hand in a land between two rivers.