
Something I’ve wondred.
Why do villains always laugh?
A puzzling thing
poetry, prose, and photography

Something I’ve wondred.
Why do villains always laugh?
A puzzling thing
First: unload my mind
Next: shape them into beauty
Editing’s anguish

Gifts given with grace
Seeking to bestow our love
Filling both our hearts

Night fell long ago
Yet sleep is avoiding me
I hear the highway
Oh sleep, I’ve requested your presence some time ago. Sigh…
Oh well, at least I can sleep in tomorrow.