Eight: King (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 3 Aug 2021 in Art, Poems

      King   Artsy is the acquired name The King of this domain not cute, believe it And swords don’t pull from stones, but a crazy with a knife was witnessed once Things happen on the beat and things get made only for use    but color color is a natural    it’s a world […]

The Bog (part four)

Short Stories The Bog (part four)                   Laurel, eighteen (Nixon president, a laundry room’s black and white TV, the only available to watch), had let Rachel, five, camp out in her apartment. Laurel had been the adult, unassailable. Now Rachel was the adult, her bossiness unrelenting after […]