Where The Wild Things grow. Please tell, where is that? Oh, I don’t exactly know, perhaps it’s where Amelia’s at after her engine spat - rat-a @%$- tat. Is that where her plane went … more →
~ UnravelingMatt wrote 2 months ago: Where The Wild Things grow. Please tell, where is that? Oh, I don’t exactly know, perhaps it … more →
Matt wrote 2 months ago: - The sea washes the slate of this beach clean, yet I wonder who cleanses the ocean of its memories; … more →
Matt wrote 2 months ago: First, there was no birth and I thought to myself, I’m sure that can’t be so. For how wi … more →
Matt wrote 2 months ago: If you spot above a saucer of milk, don’t be fooled into taking a sip. It’s only the lure of a dogge … more →
Matt wrote 2 months ago: Brief ‘life notes’ tucked in behind autumn duffel collars, end-up as red leaves pinned i … more →
Matt wrote 3 months ago: Should it be true where we are now, this place of residency when once we held spring? The climate is … more →
Matt wrote 3 months ago: Which pencils to so chose, red, yellow, blue, green, purple or obvious orange? You can’t go wr … more →
Matt wrote 3 months ago: * Stealing a Freudian duck can provoke after dinner debates, peeking Peking mysteries to resolve ove … more →
Matt wrote 3 months ago: Enough is my cupcake with glacier cherry balanced on top. It tells me life is sweetened enough for t … more →
Chris Coo0kie wrote 3 months ago: Writers block but I feel well bruwed!! I’ve got the stock ! Why do i love the mix only love ,l … more →
Matt wrote 3 months ago: Just slightly faded You sit with your back to the fields wearing blue, your lost river attire. Mispl … more →
Matt wrote 3 months ago: We all need our unobserved corners, the ones under the leaning tree that keeps its distance, which b … more →
Matt wrote 3 months ago: A large paw stretches, needles extend followed by a yawn on the garage roof, eyes barely half lit, p … more →
Matt wrote 3 months ago: Origami swan, once you were only a fold in a paper river. Now you are winged, majestic. Origami swan … more →
Matt wrote 3 months ago: It’s a personal aim with a mind as a bow to find your sights. Hand crafted by fleeting opportunity, … more →
Matt wrote 3 months ago: After the geese pass children run in the meadow, dewdrops on the grass. … more →
Matt wrote 3 months ago: Words sat on a wall would it be haiku at all if their sylls should fall? ~ Just messing around. * Hu … more →
Matt wrote 3 months ago: As we, the rowers took to the lake’s later stages, eyes strained with the joint effort of exer … more →
Matt wrote 3 months ago: Little fingers dig buckets into the sand, a spade drifts, forms something simple in a few short word … more →