2018
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.