Monthly Archives: May 2011

In Paddocks Corners

There stands an old petrol pump dulled red in the sun rust spreading grass growing long days growing short, it stands like a expired sentinel outside the old clapboard house with the white picket fence at the crossroads, in Paddock … Continue reading

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Fine Line

there is a fine line drawn across the foundation of life. it places no limit on the pieces of your life that hang out for all to see; exposed, transposed by the air and the collective thoughts we share; but … Continue reading

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