On Becoming Polychromatic Again

On Becoming Polychromatic Again

The feral are closer, more curious without the darkness that kept them at the edge of nightfall.No longer is the need for a torch to keep you from stalking my thoughts.The world a little softer,vibrant of color that once filled … Continue reading

I’m Laying Over

I’m Laying Over

Look who came for a visit today. My neighbor is the wilderness mother to all the feral faunas, at this point deer would eat out of her hand if she extended it out for them. This little fellow might be … Continue reading