
Red Right Return
· poetry
My origin do I yearn The place from which I set out on my journey Long ago I follow the...

My origin do I yearn The place from which I set out on my journey Long ago I follow the...
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...
The wind blew her hair wildly like a fiery blaze. A strand of hair fell across her face— like a...
Robots touring the city and seeing the sights—counting cars and streetlights as they go If they learn, things could take...
Going through it like a kid chewing Hubba Bubba bubble tape I need to savor it more and take thinner...