spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
The snow could show up any day… in the meantime, I am loving these bright autumn colors. tara caribou | ©2022 all photos by me
Somewhere east along Highway 37 A neon sign flashes intermittently vacancy The Scarecrow Hotel remains alone Stained threadbare carpets muffle TVs And tearful phone conversations Sixteen parking spaces yet only four filled Warm shower and a sagging bed for the night The ancient bricks… Continue Reading “Scarecrow Hotel – Collaboration”
I thoroughly enjoyed the magic of exploring the stars in this piece. I once left my body, Off into the night, Not into a dream, Nor into my mind, But careening into the sky, Imitating a cosmonaut, I found myself in an ethereal state,… Continue Reading “Starsurfing REBLOG”
Wheezing and sighing, he climbed upwards, ever upwards. The thick bough between his hands branched, branched, branched again, growing thinner as it did. Occasionally he took a wrong turn, came to the end and just wasn’t high enough. He felt it, knew it. Back… Continue Reading “Flyer”
Come travel the stars through journal entries made and explore the bewildering planet of Sictory Mills and it’s lost inhabitants.
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