Empty Footfalls
Empty footfalls, leave trackless patterns, on the mat of colored leaves. Here in a fall afternoon. I believe it’s still there. Even though I know...
Thin Man
Man of little substance.Don’t stand next to me.Tall in stature,lacking in depth.Whisper not to me.Speak quick and loud;then move along,so your memory,might pass on,once and...
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...
Shortypman
Shortypman: Words and Photos in paperback
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