Time
I can’t get lost in time. It ticks too slowly, ticking out its measured tock. Brief segments don’t wander. Purposeful slivers collect in piles that […]
Shortypman
The world of words and images that comes to mind from time to time:
Wind in the Spirit
There was a time when the wind touched this spirit. Now the breeze is so soft I can barely feel it. Willow bent low to […]
Angels
Angels should guide us. They should be flexible. Winged light, motion in flux. Ascending up and outward, touching upon our inner souls. But the only […]
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