thirty toes just thirty toes adorned in inches of color and sole ten climb naked no matter the cold ten spin shiny in patent and bold pointed and pricey and ready to go the ten toes I know the very best they ground our dance, assure we rest under the covers or peaking from fur... Continue Reading →
(For months I had this domain, and I had created the format for the blog, but I had not posted, and each time I came to the domain, to ponder next steps, this is what it told me. "Nothing Found Here"). 'Nothing found here,' nothing but possibility and blank days no judgment or forecast like an old Ponderosa towering... Continue Reading →
pocket poet 