Your Voice
They said your voice was too soft, your hands too small, your fingers too delicately thin, your stature too slight, your hair too straight and...
A Breath
A breath today. A moment away. Becomes a breath not felt, on any day. Now another breath’s longing, grows impatient, and constricts, in those same...
The Chasm
Sadly Insignificant. Bravely Iridescent. Traveling at the speed of light. Too fast to capture. Too small to notice. Directionless but bound up, by little elements...
Shortypman
Shortypman: Words and Photos in paperback
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