TwcCelestial

59 / M / Utopia
Bach with FeathersA canary flew / through the broken window / and perched on the edge of my desk. / It tilted its head
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3h ago
Chaos in a Coffee CupIt isn’t work that drains me. / It’s people. / It’s their rambling. / The pacing and repeating. / Th
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2d ago
Thomas is TiredThoughts float around my head / like lizards with wings. / They don’t land right. / They don’t settl
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4d ago
Iowa Fallpumpkins line the barn / cicadas now fade silent / sunset sinks low / naked branches sway / leaves s
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5d ago
Iowa Fallpumpkins line the barn / cicadas now fade silent / sunset sinks low / naked branches sway / leaves s
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5d ago
Escaping with ShadowsNot for symphony, / not for melody or harmony, / not for the gods— / but for you, / my angel, / the
@thomas-w-case2m
7d ago
Lonely Night HawksShe rings the doorbell, smiling too wide. / Magazines clutched like life rafts— / inked promises of
@thomas-w-case3m
Jun 1
And the Story GoesThere are days / when the fat / rain beats the / tent like a snare / drum. / Sleep is impossible, /
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May 31
And the Story GoesThere are days / when the fat / rain beats the / tent like a snare / drum. / Sleep is impossible, /
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May 31
The Artist's HungerI was eight years old, maybe younger, / trying to exercise the energy / and sight that was within me
@thomas-w-case4m
May 29
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