truths scratched from the dirt
Rusted trucks
die with years
in dried grasses below
with vultures above
They hover
They watch
The live
in waiting
hungry like the old
hungry like the forgotten
waiting in line
for the dead
to come
waiting
like we wait
To die
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One- on- one mixed-media art lessons in Los Angeles
‘Cause talking is better than working
I spend a lot of time pondering what it all means.
A Writer's Musings (And Likely Some Shameless Self-Promotion As Well)
An outlet for my random thoughts and interests
where would it flow...
Serving a little poetic nourishment Monday thru Friday and featuring a Short Play Saturday Matinee to read.
Tales From The Life Of A Soul
skin loves fever 