There Was a Daddy
There was a daddy, playing, no sitting, staring out beyond, past his little girl’s twisting body, as she hung in motion, on a warm summer...
Everything Has Its Place
Everything has its place, neatly arranged; tucked away on shelves; organized by color; categorized by shape; placed between four walls, behind a sturdy door. No...
Don’t Judge Me
Don’t judge me, by where I never went; if I failed to rise above, the mediocrity of others, why shouldn’t I too, be grouped, then,...
Shortypman
Shortypman: Words and Photos in paperback
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