Wondering about Grandpa

The Hart

Ghost #42

All of our distractions

night slides into day , days in into nights with moon clocks low in the sky,
counting all the turns and burns , to the next  to the last

All the dogs Guarding the her Gates

Bikes are for People

It's too bad she won't live...

then again who does

hands become fantastic, making music above the soft hush of the waves

the bird listened from a distance