Blew out my flip flop.
Blew out my flip flop.
Here’s a “creative self portrait” I took in the literal 11th hour before the midnight deadline to get a submission in to Phoot Camp. Didn't make the cut, alas.
I bike to work about once a week, up the Platte River & Clear Creek trails. I've started to name things:
Also here are some haikus:
under I-270
a handicapped parking space
of no conceivable utility
lakes of oil
trains full of coal
the poo of everyone I know
Wobbles was in town for a few hours so Running Water and I marched him up the closest mountain.
Eli & I made a snowman.
