
Lemonade Girl
There’s a young girl tries to seed new pearls
An old soul twisting a blue spit curl
Sitting alone in a small front yard
Looking out Continue reading Lemonade Girl
There’s a young girl tries to seed new pearls
An old soul twisting a blue spit curl
Sitting alone in a small front yard
Looking out Continue reading Lemonade Girl
Lost in moon beams
with her screams
lives a long forgotten gleam
in filtered light
where thoughts still bite
when in sight
of the dreams for this Turkish rose Continue reading Turkish Rose
Pixelated scapegoats wrapped in dotted raincoats
rattle bits of whitethroat
spewing fractured hard knocks draped in fragmentary dreams Continue reading The Scattering of Wind