Time Moves
The Boat House Time slow and foreboding, time turning and churning. A sour pill to swallow whole, so it is meted out in increments; and...
The Boat House Time slow and foreboding, time turning and churning. A sour pill to swallow whole, so it is meted out in increments; and...
No windows only doors. No corners only spaces, crammed with graying hues. Shadows bent by sun rays that have traveled too far. Complacent minds would...
Can I trouble you for a nickel, to drown my sorrows? Can I trouble you for a word, to tell my tale? Can I trouble...
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