Red Tin Noodles

(snow belles shuffling in their frozen dive, jock frost chipping at your glow) There was never a time like this. Elves on the shelves, toys for the boys And girls, and even the animals, Nipping … Read more

I thought I was abed. I felt it in my head. The pillow hard but round, a rock upon the ground. The blanket leaves and weeds, sufficient to my needs. The breeze my temp control, … Read more