Category: Short Sayings

Wet Hands

If your hands come away wet Then you know you drink With passion   Click on image to enlarge. Lost Lake, Oregon.          

Mild Streak

Rain stopped Forced spring out for a day.   Winter is an ideal With a harsh streak of delirium.      

Words

Sometimes I feel like murdering them, squashing them under my feet, watching letters bleed out, separated from the word they are attached to. Other times, I place them in an incubator, checking in on them from time to time. Some go in a special…

Moira (given name)

  The creek doesn’t have to be aware of us, but we’re always conscious of the creek.            

How Does It Go?

It isn’t a question of whether words will come It’s a question of how you want words to go    

Incantation

Leaves in summer, full of passion, always flirt Roots in winter, compassionate, hold the dirt      

Pulling Parts

“If it were not for our wrecks, the salvage yard would be empty.”      

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