You are deep, an artist, and you are being discovered, finally.
My little story was published at Sudden Flash. Enjoy.
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YOU ARE THE REASON
Stranger Things
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

Origami Around

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shark vs the universe

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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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NASA

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@bluemonkwrites
You are deep, an artist, and you are being discovered, finally.
My little story was published at Sudden Flash. Enjoy.
"hanging on beats hanging"
cicadas
falling and Rising like a going yet Coming Alarm the cicadas drone and cry perhaps Sing
Watching a crime documentary recently made me wonder a few things about my mother, who was not a criminal, but I guess could have been.
cat curled on the couch do you hear the wind chime in your safe sleep
"ruins"
red dragonfly darts diving through deep green leaves summer won’t catch you
Even the most sainted caregivers have moments of impatience and unkindness, usually after keeping their thoughts and feelings to themselves
New blog post.
"slightly wild"
Let's have a good match. I'm ready.
Hopefully the orange man won't show up or otherwise ruin it.
Hopefully someday we can live in such a world that the rich will not ruin a simple game. Or our other passions.
i’m not drunk, just coming apart
uncooperative hands pressing unwanted buttons mashing screens in the wrong places deaf legs won’t move unless i say it thrice and loud “let’s go, dammit” brain clumsy with words i know like the backside of my hands (i think)
There is at least one chicken in the yard next door making his presence known with loud squawks, the others murmuring low.
New post.
I hope your Friday goes peacefully and lovingly.
"by the creek, after rain"
reflection in which i don't see me
"but ballrooms go on"
seems like he’s trying to beat the light this crow struggling to lift black weight against the heat of these cars at intersections