intoxicating poem Sage
I have 2 weathered horse ropes
the leader one I hung with the skull
on my winged arbor & the other one
I slung over the little old wood chair
I grew those goose neck gourds for the wrens
it's infront of the bushel basket.
Oh I caught that alright xo
Thistle Seed filled pantyhose
& the pagan wind chime
(made of deer bones)
Vickie xo
A young technician mourns his lover until he meets another man - a man with a secret. But there are other secrets as a jealous ghost returns to protect his turf.
Martin Powers wanted an ironing board for Christmas. Instead, he got . . . Matthew Kieler, a non-returnable gift, but a gift that kept on giving. A powerful tale of survival, compassion and unapologetic love in the time of AIDS.
Martin Powers wanted an ironing board for Christmas. Instead, he got . . . Matthew Kieler, a non-returnable gift, but a gift that kept on giving. A powerful tale of survival, compassion and unapologetic love in the time of AIDS.
Keep writing,
Chip Bergeron
left on your review yesterday???????
Love,
Deborah
Mason jars of whiskey keep my tongue working. But sometimes my wrists hurt from the rope burn.
Peace,
Dayvid
Cheers,
Dan
Ron
I have 2 weathered horse ropes
the leader one I hung with the skull
on my winged arbor & the other one
I slung over the little old wood chair
I grew those goose neck gourds for the wrens
it's infront of the bushel basket.
Oh I caught that alright xo
Thistle Seed filled pantyhose
& the pagan wind chime
(made of deer bones)
Vickie xo