Photo by Nik MacMillan

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Petrichor

There’s a storm already brewing, asphalt waiting for a shine, a string of lights all set to spill and bleed as watercolors only one of us will see. But...
black rotary dial phone on white surface

New Haiku

I’m Heading South

Clippings of bad poetry