we’re lonely in our cubicles – #lqw wordle
the dread of autumn’s tungsten dearth its rotting shrouds that fructify nefarious booze, to drunken mirth with lies of blissful apple-pies we sashay to its threnodies and warm our hands […]
the dread of autumn’s tungsten dearth its rotting shrouds that fructify nefarious booze, to drunken mirth with lies of blissful apple-pies we sashay to its threnodies and warm our hands […]
I played around with Zenbrush on my iPad.
The first sign of approaching fall is a clearness in the water. Algae that normally makes water opaque have gone to rest deep in the sediments below. I sit and […]
Jim’s haiku is: falling leaves the house comes out of the wood My answer is: hello horizon! – with first autumn storm foliage leaves I sometimes have a great sense […]
Buson’s haiku shall now be revised… a hand-ball, wet with the spring rain falling on the roof Per the article there should be a certain meaninglessness in this.. old teddy […]
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