Lunchtime Poetry
A train passes, cries. Sobbing new life throbs within once quiet hills.
Author: Brad Severance
During the day, I develop websites using the latest technologies. At night, I write fiction. I bake gingerbread cookies, too.
Year 2015 365 Photo Journey (Jan. 28th – Jan. 31st)
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Lunchtime Poetry
Geese tread icy waters. They don’t shiver, But I think they’re cold. Their little brains cannot plumb Man’s artifice. But neither can Man. &nb...
Lunchtime Poetry
Rain falls. Even these words are wet and soaking. A fog rises and obsures the past. The crust of past experience. But sometimes I remember how it used to be.
Year 2015 365 Photo Journey (Jan. 24th – Jan. 27th)
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Year 2015 365 Photo Journey (Jan. 22nd – Jan. 23rd)
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Year 2015 365 Photo Journey (Jan. 20th – 21th)
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Year 2015 365 Photo Journey (Jan. 12th – 19th)
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Year 2015 365 Photo Journey (Jan. 8th and 11th)
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