instead of gun metal deceit, sounds of malice;be a drop of rain.

Dusty/ Her husband calls me.

A haiku

Apples. As if you need more details.

Real life escapes you.

My son in seventeen syllables...

King's splendid stronghold Pressing down the earth below Broken by the grass

[the blind man's tweet] I held the words in my hands. They were cool to the touch. I wanted to put them in my mouth but I was afraid I might choke on them.