Lo, the weed by the roadside, Speechless, calculatingly cold, Firmly rooted in time-worn soil; Earth’s soldier lies in wait Greedy to reclaim, Once mankind’s time is spent, What by right i… more →
Mr. Queasy, the fish.Mr. Queasy wrote 3 months ago: Lo, the weed by the roadside, Speechless, calculatingly cold, Firmly rooted in time-worn soil; Earth … more →
Mr. Queasy wrote 8 months ago: Original en español: Un sueño solipsista eyes half open; I see you in the distance. I come closer sl … more →
Mr. Queasy wrote 9 months ago: what if we were trapped? held captive by our reality; incarcerated in the present. y ¿si viviéramos … more →
mittens wrote 1 year ago: We’re all one swashing salty sea; And we’re the but the world, when it ponders itself An … more →
mittens wrote 1 year ago: I. Remembrances are the warmth that soaks the viscera, while idle speculation ventilates the lungs a … more →
mittens wrote 1 year ago: The host with a flourish bids everyone welcome to the gaudy and grandiose banquet alfresco that is L … more →