After eight
People die
Mint and mine
I’m still alive
If I’m breathing I’m
Still alive
Grocery store
Eight isles and more
The glossy paper Continue reading After Eight
After eight
People die
Mint and mine
I’m still alive
If I’m breathing I’m
Still alive
Grocery store
Eight isles and more
The glossy paper Continue reading After Eight
A picture made me cry
Today it moved, it
Moved me
And I went where it
Beckoned so that
It would stop
Though really I am
Frozen somewhere, down
Inside myself
So it could never move
Me like I think
it would
If I were not made of
Ice, made of all the
Little things
M.
Sep 12/15, woodburning on plywood with red gel pen