lake ransom
An old memory.
Author: windstrewn
Average Dude. Sometimes, I Write.
morton’s fork
Murphy’s less fatalistic cousin.
throwback: 2000: bravest beauty
All that is green must in time grow old.
paperworld
Words make better windows than walls.
keep the key
It took time, but I dug up that heart-choking chain.
throwback: 2004: calculus
That’s your fist in the fight…
eskimom kisses
The first time was strange as most first times go…
on jovian clouds
On Jovian Clouds
throwback: 1998: reflecting pool
If ever there were a man…
mount melanchol
My heart has become gaunt of fate, my traipsing twisted.
dancing on my own
We’ve all, at some well-remembered time in our lives, had a heart condition that came close to killing us…
alms for an almanac
The toil and over-turned earth of it, for but a dearth of believable dreams.
fallen fates
Against all my heart has loved I hold a difference and a debt
lies and lilies
she slapped him
lens on a recluse
Strange does fit the recluse, dresses up a bit the riddle of it.
when kissed by less
Not all fights are with fists.
all the tortures (excerpt)
He slunk as he whispered it: “Don’t do this.”
the postcard
“There is something about this picture,” she penned…
some tales have no tell
No legend came by it ignobly
that’s gonna leave a mark
It was a rickety rack and a rook at risk, all chess to be checkmated, I swear.
the tear-kiss
Give me the prick of suffering, then.
climb
Are clouds good for skipping stones? I’d like to know…
glinting bastion
Your salted instance, a glinting bastion.
ghosts becoming
I let them go. I flail them in.
reynolds-tin
It starved me then. So I ate from it twice.
prairie fire
Maybe you’ve never seen a man lose his hope in the smoke…
