A cold skeleton spans the Llano.
Steel ribs crisscross through saffron vapor.
Tinged with the remains of a lost day's fire,
The crescent is a tender cradle
Should Venus slip and fall.
Musings and books from a grunty overthinker
A blog full of humorous and poignant observations.
the literary asylum
Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
…where words and drawings breathe
Life Through A Lens
Contemporary Dark Fiction and Poetry
I dream so I write ..
Dedicated to everything recreation!
Pen to paper
The goal is to help make people’s lives easier
Poetry, haiku, tanka, and micropoetry
Floating thoughts, A place where my beautifully weird thoughts floating around in my mind are posted.
John Truelove 