Wooden Guardians of a Barren Land
They remind me of soldiers lined up for battle or the Maginot Line in France.
They remind me of soldiers lined up for battle or the Maginot Line in France.
Come winter, I will miss sitting out here in a t-shirt, shorts, and flip-flops.
I have never seen a swarm of mosquitos like the one that attacked me tonight.
Looking back, they probably saw me as the creepy guy with a camera.
Children screamed, and everyone ran for the houses.
I prefer vowels with my beverages.
Memory, the silent shadow who steers our mind like an unreliable coachman
The quiet isolation and scorching wonder of a place unfit for the survival of all