on the windwith a murder of crows, time stops for a drink. where relics float, quiver reflections–what might have been, who should still be. as water – cool, and clearpasses over tongues parched… more →
Keith Echokeithecho wrote 2 months ago: on the windwith a murder of crows, time stops for a drink. where relics float, quiver reflections–wh … more →
keithecho wrote 1 year ago: Of all the stars in the sky,a blue on modest wristpricks my drunken heartwith terra eyes,and luster … more →
keithecho wrote 1 year ago: in a fresh vesper, blue halo in a cage allures alms and awe to circle with mute wings and echo seren … more →
keithecho wrote 1 year ago: Three vodka and water over rocks at V’s … more →
keithecho wrote 1 year ago: love & hate opposite sides of the same coin toss with equal result. i will always love U; U will … more →
keithecho wrote 1 year ago: Slender fingers and modest palmsare perfect for a work of grace.She dips and washes them in olive oi … more →
keithecho wrote 1 year ago: In a twilightheavy metal atmosphere,ochre yellow and brown burntlaminate thick black and blue pearl, … more →
keithecho wrote 1 year ago: It’s been a couple of years since I visi … more →
keithecho wrote 1 year ago: Channeling Trotsky’s probabilityfrom singularities in Charon’s punt;object data threadsa … more →
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keithecho wrote 1 year ago: Today, I am hollow. It is all I can do t … more →
keithecho wrote 1 year ago: Insignificancein ceaseless hollow, followon boundless plains,ethereal sky,and quivering gale;mirror’ … more →
keithecho wrote 1 year ago: Living with modern dinosaurs, every morn … more →
keithecho wrote 1 year ago: Midnight, under street lamps shot out, I smoke what the children sellwith the attention span of nerv … more →
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