Pain Imagined
Tiles It isn’t the pain we feel, that tarnishes our soul. It’s the constant fear of pain, that comes from unknown corners. It slowly wears...
Dance On
Deserted Fair Whispers seeping. Song notes tapping. Noises echo within. Silent thoughts, wander forth, grow and resonate, on distant tones, that take flight. Ramble on,...
Searching for Meaning
Waiting Bench Seeking for meaning, in a life strewn with debris. I sift through the pieces, trying to figure out which are me. Little is...
Shortypman
Shortypman: Words and Photos in paperback
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