November 2025
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Snail Tracks
Snail tracks along the garden walls,Impossible to follow, I had tried many times.On a hill, in front of hills behind hills,Rolling from here to the ocean.Clouds, hanging low, moving fast. If you laid looking up, you’d be flying.Clouds that could be anything.Or so they were.How they’ve changed in my eyes.Raining, barely a drizzle, more than Continue reading
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Jaded
Brush the jade offWith a deep breathAnd with earnest sighsStand tall in my new fever dreamWith tired squinting eyes Casted adrift with no anchorsLost myself bobbing on the wavesWith the lows and the highs Drifting sinking shipTo a splintered wreckA passenger or victim of the currentWashed up flotsom speck And now, a new shoreCovered in Continue reading