My pen's ink wanders and doodles
His Technicolor pictures hang on my bedroom wall.
"Yes. I have two kids. A boy and a girl."
Said they were going to do it right this time, get their acts together.
The neighborhood waxwings are drunk on fermented berries.
The single-room theater was illuminated with / murmurs and movement
This is not loss.
Tiger Mum is at yoga with Buffalo Mum.
It was the can opener. Adhered to the ceiling.
A soldier sits with feet dangling astride the cannon barrel.
“I should have told you…”
Weather permits the unrelated to relate.
I am the bird woman from the other side