A year has passed since he was last beneath her Roman garden borne: twelve moons in shadow have been cast and gently, stirred leaves on the lawn. * Reborn, he found myself no more alone among the crowd, but perched at the toes of her piano: the prelude to their coupled verse. * In … Continue reading Regarding An Easter Bonnet.
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Twelve Shitty Acres.
1 Time passed like what it does waiting for dinner to cook and then PING, one day, a Tuesday or a Monday or something, the ugly folk of Twelve Shitty Acres got a break. One of them, an orange coloured dolly who went by the name of Lil-Let, came home with a little stapled book. … Continue reading Twelve Shitty Acres.


