Frailties Abound
Frailties abound. Broken threads. Loose ends. No way to know, what belongs where. Action begets response; so, inaction sets in. Nothing to lift. No strength...
A Grimace
A grimace, or a smile. A pout, or a kiss. A thought, or a nagging image. A dream, or an obsession. Nervous energy, or focused...
Thoughts Unsaid
Sometimes it isn’t the words spoken, but the thoughts left unsaid. The silence in between the noise, that resonates in my head. The quiet beside...
Shortypman
Shortypman: Words and Photos in paperback
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