A spiral of fractals Tracing a sunset in the sky A whale’s tongue, of radiant fire That rises without end… Read more Tongue of fire
Some poetry about a small town
A spiral of fractals Tracing a sunset in the sky A whale’s tongue, of radiant fire That rises without end… Read more Tongue of fire
A road less traveled Is always cheaper Than the highway Bends and branches Tracing white lines In tar filled lungs… Read more Fareness
Five hundred fingers With oily intent Leave firm whorled prints On bare skin Seeping into the bones And wrapping over… Read more Fingerprints of spring
Permanently ruffled, Pointedly calling, Moving proudly, He jousts with lazy passing boots A mournful song, Echoes across the afternoon Waiting… Read more Mudlark
Small limbs, Gripping the surface Sticking to glass Fingers that struggle, And strain Against purposeful gravity If they lose their… Read more Purpose