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New House
Please note:
My writing will now be updated and relocated to The Sketch Slinger, feel free to stop by and say hello! -
Sand and Glass
You thought - of me,
After I entered into the sea with my clothes on -
We are sand, and glass:
One unfinished, raw.
The other, past deconstruction. -
The Smokehouse
We've built a smokehouse this winter ( Read more... ) -
Play On
If anyone is interested, I wrote the beginning of a play for a Stage and Screen class. Since I don't want to be *pinged* for plagiarism, any interested readers can comment and I'll send it to you in a secure manner. -
Ants
"John ( Read more... ) -
November's Path
Red spiral falls from oak’s twisted claws ( Read more... ) -
Down for the Count
Twin pinnacles of right and left ( Read more... )