Pulls my words, like tides They wash up scattered, jumbled Quiet on the shore ♦… Read the postScorpio’s Moon
Night, tin cup, rattle Squat against wall, collar, popped Contents: one thin coin ♦ —Jodi… Read the postMonday, Cumulative
Three pigs: STILL staring? Open it, or grab a brick Walls don’t build themselves! ♦… Read the postPandora Vs. The Wolf
