I’m a flint head; impressionable And oh so crude Battered and worn by Her rough usage

How strange; I was told to remove… Out of what I write, to move my f… To turn what I had seen from my s… To that of the same seen object it… Funny; guess what I found in it’s…

What, God fearing? I do not fear… For if God is loving as is so sai… He should not be wielding the divi… And if he does, unto all those poo… He cannot be just nor properly fee…

We have a problem with American Otters. Or was it Ferrets? Or We… I don’t remember I read it in a magazine but Mostly paid attention to the pictu…

I find it hard to express happines… My tongue trips in unfamiliarity Whiskey calms that Drunk straight but mixed so heavil… With friendship and company

Flickering uncertainly but still certainly flickering our candle dripped we had trays of wax time and trauma saw to that

Staring at your lips And trust me, I try not to but better than watching the sway of y… I wonder; why didn’t I feel this… I consider it while I walk into t…

I felt you Press into me I eased round you like A memory foam mattress Though I hope for more

I measure time By whom I love Spells and stints And long eras It all passes

How hard is it to write in formal… In sonnet form with proper metre? A few short words written in rever… A rhythm that must not be let pete… And a story, usually of love

It’s been said that I’d love a shadow If it smiled at me. I smile and agree: Talking to people