Folks. Volume 3 of the books is out today.
Go take a look in the STORE
It would make a great gift. It's only $7. There's a $2 pdf version too for all you Kindle folk.
Here's today's poem:
Sentient 12/12
Exhausting all avenues the writer
walks away from the pen
There are just no words to describe what red feels like
Evening skies are not
grand symphonic reflections
they are just skies being
There will never be words enough to speak in red
Having walked all avenues the writer
reaches the sea finds a great deepening blue
and sits on the light sand tossing
rocks into the setting sun
There are piles of words around red
none that point to
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