The Shadowman
There stands the shadowman, outlined against the moon. Pity you who have found him, by calling out his name. Quiet, watching, eyeless he answers, never...
The Path
Always where to begin. Looking for a straight path to start. But it is all cycles within circles, edgeless turns that quickly bend, back in...
Gathered Dust
I’ve gathered dust from untold things, that was no doubt accumulated, and likewise passed on to me. Brushed off from overcoats; and shook free from...
Shortypman
Shortypman: Words and Photos in paperback
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