The day three colours cried
“Well the melting pot finally heard its shot at the rock show hell mêlée The day three colours cried. The Continue reading
“Well the melting pot finally heard its shot at the rock show hell mêlée The day three colours cried. The Continue reading
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The man of no fixed abode was living in the abandoned warehouse the night it caught fire But let’s call Continue reading
A few months back I hinted that I had an exciting announcement about my Tall Man poetry collection. I had Continue reading
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A wasp has made a home inside the rotten potato I wasn’t happy about it to start with, but now Continue reading