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Isolated in solitary confinement Monsieur peacock finds himself in the petting zoo- While the hens he loves to show off to prance around in silenc..

Insomniac nights have brought me here for a long needed rest- Among the other invalids put to the test by so many troubles that I know not where..

The morning rain calls out my name to run and play like a child again. The dew drops on the blades of grass sprinkled forth like looking glas..

...a favorite haunt of ours...

Knotted pines leak sap spark the flame set alight within the fireplace's gate- a home from the 1700's still and frigid warmed only by the fire ..

in response to a friend's writing regarding 'Chaos Theory'...

The windmill cranks a rough, rusty tune in the breeze this horrid aternoon as gails kick up the leaves that once rustled from the trestle of the tr..

Esoteric evasions dressed in spice do we girls play in your parade of magic dice 'Snake Eyes' they said which filled me with dread until I he..

The ornery darkness rode upon my heels. My lover came to stay- Yet Angels wings flung my self above the game. Mounting my name his and mi..

Iridescence turquoise lavendar celadon Sparkle in pools eddies of incestuous Babble. Multiplying piling high as the tepid water makes mi..