Harvest Moon
Dance of the Jester Life and death entwined. Dancing beneath the harvest moon, pumpkin red surrounded by a golden hue. Taking turns they leap and...
In the Middle
Why are we always trying to get to the end? Lost in the middle is where I begin. Beginnings aren’t where we should begin. Beginnings...
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...
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Shortypman: Words and Photos in paperback
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