Stare into the shadow’s moon eyes a crown of rain filled morning sky   lighting shock flooded lock   the trail winds through prehensile limbs horned owl knows where the tadpoles swim   ghostly grove bejeweled trove   bright colors paint the hills and hollows misted memory the golden...

Are they really me? Do they look alright?Should the frames be black? Or should they be white?Is the glass too dark? Is the glass too bright?Should I wear them now? Should I wait till night?Is this really me? Do I feel alright?Should my...

The Rhyme of the Constant VoyageBy FlatDaddyThe Captain was a cripple, patched o’er one o’ his black eyes,     But swaggered still and strutted as he spoke:“We’re going after treasure, lads, -- a worthy pirates’ prize!”     And gave...

touching the sightless form appearing only as smokedivining which enterance to takesublime feeling lost in the darknay, it would appear sobut tis too true I am at homethe cool onyx caressesreaching for the jeweled starssisters, blue blooded royaltycasting not...

A Taste of Freedom The gulls are all going crazy both in the sky and the recently smart bomb ploughed fields and factories that as yet remain standing behind my old banked barn .. There must be something going on back there surely to...