Simple phraseswords like scented blossomscapture my imaginationcarry me How is it,dear poet,that you sense my needswrite my revival (Image my own)
Mom said sh’e leaving Dadcan’t take it anymorewe move. Relocate. Reset. Bullying at school out of controlcan’t take it anymorewe move. Relocate. Reset. Truancy a problemthen the rapeschool says I have to go. Relocate. Reset. Sister move back homeone unhinged, the other batteredMoms says it’d be better if I leave. Relocate. Reset. Shuffle boxes from […]
I am orangein a monotone clime radiant againsta melancholic backdrop a poem withina droning monologue. (Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Art my own.)
Great photo…they look fuzzy, but I have a suspicion they’re prickly. Yes, or no?
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Very prickly and they cling to whatever comes in contact with them – a nightmare for pets.
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Oh my gosh, that would be a pain.
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great series
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Thank you!
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These really do express texture! Great job V.J.! 😀 ❤
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Thanks
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