Husk
We’re drawing up lines As you speak I feel like a husk If you pierced me with a straw I Continue reading
We’re drawing up lines As you speak I feel like a husk If you pierced me with a straw I Continue reading
This is a picture of me taken very recently on my birthday. I was given a wonderful gift of a Continue reading
Gold finch Perched on the obelisk So calm and perfect The sun on the grass Happy chatter Copyright John Continue reading
Dear Victoria, Your words are in flames I will find the truth No matter what Love Ed Who killed Victoria Cabrera?
Originally posted on The World Outside the Window:
Tea in a Plastic Beaker Tea in a Plastic Beaker Grey machinery Tainted with war monger’s…
Letter from anonymous voter to a politician on the eve of an election Dear Sir, Saw you on Continue reading
Excerpt from the diary of Victoria Cabrera… The investigation continues. April 4th 2034 I can’t even begin to make sense Continue reading
Collecting memories, not programmes But inside you’re sad You ripped out his deepest secrets, and had them for lunch In Continue reading