Waves crash and crawl along a strewn shore...
experimental
I’ll Run Late
On that day, sun met shadow in a park; you ran late...
Cosmic Meditations
whisking past galaxies against the backdrop of eternity now and forever.
On Burning Wings
Life's all but a dream - on burning wings.
We are Made from Earth and Rain
Stumble upon our timeless gaze, so long as there’s eyes to see and minds to conjure...
Hob-Nobs
Hobbled hob-nobs hobbling on home...
The Imitation
An artwork bought from an online store Somewhere in America...
Quixotic
Triplet trellis' crested triple climb clambering to clemency...
No Reason
Rest herein you Godwin villiage...
Ghost Dance
Like Vacant and Empty forms...
Giuseppe Gillespie Writing 