Fauna
February 9, 2018
“And of these cut-throat busted sunsets,
these cold and damp white mornings
I have grown weary”
If I never see you again…
“I will always carry you
inside
outside
on my fingertips
and at brain edges
and in centers
centers
of what I am of
what remains.” –Charles Bukowski
Little Miss No Name
…needs a hug!
!!
Sometimes you’re the plastic toy hotdog man, sometimes you’re the giant plaster baby arm!
omen of change
Ravens by Christine Kosinski.
new trails light the soul
“Sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.” – Lewis Carroll
Treasure
Keep carefully.