Little Worlds
It is but pure chance that renders us all, prone to fits of idle pause, before time rushes on in through stagnant air. Then, shadow...
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...
Shortypman: Words and Photos in paperback
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