There Was a Daddy
There was a daddy, playing, no sitting, staring out beyond, past his little girl’s twisting body, as she hung in motion, on a warm summer...
Essence
I catch the essence, of the moment, aroma and vibrance, in the morning sun; a rose before it blossoms. Then I stay there and linger,...
The Shadowman
There stands the shadowman, outlined against the moon. Pity you who have found him, by calling out his name. Quiet, watching, eyeless he answers, never...
Shortypman: Words and Photos in paperback
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