depictions by the rule of thirds; descriptions mostly freestyle words
evidently there are two sides at least for each and every three dimensional and so too the moon we are told has one that we shall never see a lunar conundrum of numbers the obverse obscurely occult but not always dark a far flung flank… Continue Reading “Born again”
Bowed as a beachcomber I scour fresh leaf litter for just one the one outstanding eye-candy sweet as a nut sugar reds perhaps those sickening to saffron with a vanishing viridity monotints or a veined pride in tri-colour I’ve no predilections searching eagle-eyed through Autumn glued… Continue Reading “the chosen one”
because I was photographing trees you gave me a wild flower because we shared that graveyard moment you brought me this yellow as the ripened summer weedy as dandelions folklore food for hawk eyes because of how the flower sucked up the sun it showed the grim detachment of your proffered hand kindling conversation by a… Continue Reading “the autumn hawkbit”
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