how could they have known
that this family meal would...

through cataracted
sight, eyes squinted a dawn that...

Steps of condemnation
Pushing open the rusted Iron Gate...

as money piles burned
a need to make more made me...

instinctive whiskers
blur r e d the rodent to safety...

from oceans
we slithered...

performing a jig
brought a wriggling worm out for...

Watch as Grandpa’s grief is simpered
away by the all at once shadows...

sun rises behind
the frost covered Oaks as...