Posted on March 12, 2016 / Micropoetry Windswept Windswept, a tangle of hair. Such is the state of being, As the river, it has crept, To swallow whole those dreaming. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on February 4, 2016March 5, 2016 / Micropoetry Tangled These stationary lights overhead, Not luminous but warningly cold. Brambles to stumble trip as I tread, Into a web ready to remould. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
