follow the tabs -
evil eye - kwanzaa - italy
the new year is a rabbit hole -
information is escape
"how's the poem going?"
the dog wants the lights out.
- you were wrong before -
information is a prison.
in a world so small, the more
we are defined,
the closer the walls.
rainbows in the strata -
- a lightening in the clouds past midnight -
electricity in the air a mile high
Well, it looks like I've majorly lapsed on the poem-a-day habit. Not to worry. I'm taking a short break to finish the Balkey story line....
“What,” the young, scarred and scabbed Scib said, “did Mr. Pin calm him – Bixson-” And Balkey closed the gap as soon as the word left the...
Tell him Coral has finally gone sour and the Pin is as crooked as we all thought,” fryed Balkey and eyed the straight and tall, the...