The Am
The Am I Am. Am is I. All I shall ever know is Am; Before Am is a mirage dependent …
The Am I Am. Am is I. All I shall ever know is Am; Before Am is a mirage dependent …
Wool that is. More crocheting wares. It’s a festival hat or a hat for a very important visitor. The very …
The Howling l Scattered scraps of stories Tinted tithes of tales, Half-formed paper lives, Fiction flights and flails. …
This poem makes me laugh, he was bob on, oh to escape the procrastinator, but it is also true as …
Perhaps not nimble, but certainly fingers rather than claws or potatoes. Along with the concentrated editing going on, I’ve been …
The Cloud Speaks On the Subject of Revenge Revenge is a relentless drama, greedy by nature. Watch it at work, …
I shall revolt tomorrow. Today I softly seethe. Tuesday is earmarked For a raft of eye rolls. Midweek an exhibition …
Time Was (Circa the Span of a Century) Posh coffee for a fiver? Time was you could score a bag …
Right here. It has taken, and shall still take, much longer than any other being’s book in the universe to …
An ode to survival stretched between two beings which resonates back and forth. It also doubles as a rope ladder …
I need help with this new editor malarkey. It’s changed completely to the new format with blocks and such bollocks …
Ontogenesis I am cold, he said. Then wear me as a cape, she replied. And so he did, donning her, …
The Map His gaze traced the curve Of her concupiscent hip, Considering the swelling arc Of his own intentions as …
The Cloud Speaks on the Subject of ‘The Toll’ The terrible life events we must all endure at one time …
The below arrived a couple of days ago. Seven years since the Cloud first drifted into the blogosphere! It feels …
As many of you know Esme collects oddities. Sometimes damaged ( outer condition is a terrible way to judge worth), …
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