Hands
Grabbing at the air hands desperately trying to find what can you touch. your physical energy chasing a lost presence. Man’s demons but he can’t see them he can only…
The Warrior of Poetry: The Poetry archive
The Poetic Warrior Returns to his Poetry after Illness Welcome One, Welcome All
Grabbing at the air hands desperately trying to find what can you touch. your physical energy chasing a lost presence. Man’s demons but he can’t see them he can only…
The largest dead leaf I ever did see, fell from the roof upon high. Adjusting as it fell, I noticed a little new world emerging a rebirth of sorts, on…
The ball under my foot, the world it may be, it makes me so unsteady my destination will be unknown at the moment. I have control of a fashion, my…
The organic dripping plasma bulk bin, stuck in old Chicago Town behind the fire escapes the hissing of steam vents, random discharges and screaming noise, much torture was hidden among…
Mason visited an old air base in his local area and his wild imagination kicked in, the end result was this…enjoy. Have you been lately, to an old airfield, walked…