Spooky season vibe, Dracula by candlelight, Literary fright. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
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Whispers on the tiled flooring, hark! ‘Beware!’ they call, ‘Slippery when wet’. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
Golden limes in spring, To behold is such a thing. Chomp through zesty zing. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
Antanaclasis: Buffalo buffalo buf- falo buffalo. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
A few words at first, One thing leads to another, In the end a book. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
There is a monster, Creeping up behind you now; Its name: Memory. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
Easel lies untouched, A skill I’ve yet to pursue. True madness awaits. Giuseppe Gillespie – November 2021
These primitive shapes: Circle, square, and triangle, Our world’s built upon. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
Lids lay half open, Drooped heavy fighting with sleep. A losing battle. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
Oh the sea greens and iridescent blues, Bleach-blended hues in patches construes…
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