Unwanted
Heaven didn’t want the maiming boy
Heaven didn’t want the maiming boy
“Why don’t you try poking out your eyes?
Moldy sugar and weevily flour, Some rancid butter at the Witching Hour.
Nanuk the Bear stood on his hind legs and sniffed the icy air.
Raised by the pack, we didn’t know about the Change util it happened to my friend Brown Ear.
Driving late at night
I found the perfect spot, for us to share a final gaze
rain in late summer
Legato and Mezzo flew as if their wings were aflame, knocking baskets of gathered berries to the forest floor far below.
I closed my book and tossed it aside.
Jack and Jill lay on the hill
The Cessna’s wings clipped the tops off several jack pine as it thundered through the brush on its way down.