Last Known Nest

Sub-topic. about sustopia. Today, i tracked the path to my blog, how do you find me out there? And i noticed that readers are concerned wi...

Under Your Face (Eng) your visage sculpted of peanut butter in full sun your traits melting under weight of years your wrinkles slidin...

White Feather The old Indian woman stoops on her wooden porch and picks up a white feather. Her bones are tall and wide – she has the pr...

With long hand folded as a broken wing, she brushes a gray strand from her forehead, an aging beauty from the silent screen. Elegant in ...

  In order to commemorate half the world of humanity, i shall post poem or prose a day. The feminine side of all in all its aspects. An exe...

Spring has once again taken a detour, postponing chores and serious work till further sunshine...late snows and frozen rain gracing the hi...

The DADA YOW community emerges again amid a climate of irrelevance and irreverence in these times of scattered wars and poorly planned pate...