And then there's me. Sorry- Wand when where's we.
Escaping through the deck like a merry fugitive.
Chalking graffiti in Latin on playground walls.
Suggesting someone gets a pet.
Tying bright ribbons to the thrusting, upright staff.
Picking your unregarded pockets in the tenth hour.
Dancing with my milky, mad Columbine.
Everything includes me ( Read more... )

The fine ladies in their rainbow colours walk by, and not one of their suitors know how they manage to glow four colours at once. In my dusky pink, I know and try not to smile at the gaudy displays ( Read more... )

The Tramontana hurricane ( Read more... )

I am not the first to notice that fishermen are the keepers of legend ( Read more... )

I wait, I wait, I wait ( Read more... )

Ah, there's another tiny daughter caught a gremlin. It'll rattle round in the ringing for a while, hating that it was so close to the bike's engine before she lured it in, then eventually fall out onto the road. Another victory for the guardian bell on the foot rest ( Read more... )

My warriors could not preserve my body, but my fishermen preserve my features ( Read more... )

Weary wanderer, wheel your way widdershins of weakness, where a wealth of words waits woven with wonders. While waters whisk their way westwards, wooded willows wave weakly to such well worn wits as we. Works wired with worlds and wisdom would wrap their writing around us, worthily wrought like the wailing wrath of warring wyverns. Wooed by woolly ( Read more... )

Everything includes stone soup ( Read more... )

Is something wrong ( Read more... )