Daily Archives: November 6, 2013

These waves are mine, ……….wench. Stick your toes in all …..you want, swirl a spell or two from these sacred …………sands, then stand back up and walk away. It’s ……..my sway to bend to breeze and tell these ….trees their … Continue reading →

(a shadorma) …. When I have married the ketchups and filled (spilled) the salt, night falls around my feet. Neon blinks soft; you don’t call.   .. Written for Poetic Asides, Day 6.