I can see them hiding there in the woods despite their camouflage cc: Chagall 2022
Archive for January, 2022
When the pizza delivery-guy leaves, I say to myself Now don't eat the whole pie then out of nowhere I blurt out aloud "Yeah, that'll be the day!" cc: Chagall 2022
Instead of pine over my holiday chocolate-peppermint graham-cracker caramel bark nearly gone, I simply make another batch cc: Chagall 2021
Sentience is God, thought is time, we cannot grasp how vast either is because we are both Oddly, whether you believe God is or God isn't... you end up here (sung to the tune of All Or Nothing At All) cc: Chagall 2022
At times, I miss the living as much as those who've passed cc: Chagall 2022
Though slight, petite, the road through her stomach led to her heart, oh, how she loved my bucatini carbonara cc: Chagall 2022
The heathered pink and blue of this dying winter's day, reminds me joy is tinged with sadness, while love and sorrow be a singularity How the trees' wood turns golden in the gloaming! We of the canopy there in the dying light, hereby... Stripped branches like veins reach to the indigo, as much above ground now as rooted below Stars be our blanket, protect us from the wind till dewy 'morrow cc: Chagall 2022
I retrace the lines Gray faded handwritten note Deep crease through her heart cc: Chagall 2022
I tell her it's starting to snow she says it suffices to say snow falling I kiss her and ask why not then simply snowfall? she closes her eyes, whispers maybe just snow cc: Chagall 2022
I've a fleeting memory of having once been prescient of this very moment, long ago imagining myself one day thinking back. cc: Chagall 2022
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