Though I question, it is more a suggestion than query and I weary of games people play. say what you mean or say nothing at all. I am busy filling in the potholes​ where lost souls have walked and worn out the soles of their shoes. I bite on the bullets of hand guns in…
Daily Archives: February 19, 2016
Buffalo bones
Alone, I write poetry and perform on my own honing my skills and if it kills me, let it. What use to me the audience? the polite applause is an inconvenience. I need the solitude to magnify the things that flit through my minds eye. But the readers feed me as I bleed into them…
