One mug of Latte
and a slice of Battenburg...

Carefully he takes aim,
Understanding each shot must be perfect...

It is raining on his arthritic back.
Is this all a vetran can hope for, expect, for...

I
Bleed like...

A sound...

A familiar noise at
the front door...

Brushes rotate suds
lathering and cleaning my car...

A Lama leaps out,
then a waving panda...

Penurious parchment
aches...

A cavernous emotion...

Amazon tears cascade upon the forest floor as I...
Norway. We met by chance as we viewed:'She Lies...

Move back in time, and dream...
Eventually your face may look younger than mine...