poetry

Rainy day reading Idyllic compositions Red hair and freckles The aroma of coffee— drifting in from the kitchen The joy...

Now serving… A547 As your question gets in line Behind the other thoughts and machinations in my mind I’ll get...

I was wary of left field Watching the periphery Planning for the random and ironic My senses weren’t quite attuned...

Robots touring the city and seeing the sights—counting cars and streetlights as they go If they learn, things could take...

Then the stars align Light-years between it all collapse to here and now Burning their true essence, suns of anarchy...