They – August 5, 2019

A few minutes ago. They used the word they, across a gaggle. Is this fair, I thought, Can this be? How many they’s have included me? Misperceptions strewn, spattered on a canvas. Portraits painted Abstractly, Unrecognizable, to the familiar heart. Grouping does no justice. To the many souls Spicy to my tongue, Who boast round … Continue reading They – August 5, 2019