Ochre Idyls
Poems, Haiku/Tanka, Short Fictions
Ship shape, toute suite. Let's move it, people!
Oh, what a taskmaster. Give us five second's rest. Honestly just five seconds. Would it kill them?
Yeah. I voted for her, but I didn't think it would be like this. She was always on the ball, you know?
Power just doesn't fit some people.
- Poetry
- June 23, 2025