Posted on January 31, 2016March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry True Seed Against the grain we sowed, Harvests of years bygone. I think of what I’m owed, The truth now too far gone. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on January 31, 2016March 5, 2016 / Haiku Gold Malleable gold. The children slave like oxen. A happy birthday. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on January 31, 2016March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry Birds Why and wherefore debauchery? If the birds will serenade me Dulcet, please, no more mockery, Sold myself for an olive tree. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
