Bluestocking Dic kinson -
a prattler, and lewd like a...

In the temperate hours when
Dusk becomes dawn...

Portrayals of an inspired mind.
Made not by one anima...

Upon the sands of a melancholy heart
I stood awaiting twilight, patiently...

Crystal - bitter to touch
Beads of perspiration...

Lifting my foot,
Chewing gum turns into...

Twas a crisp evening, sky covered with haze
Creatures hibernate away stirring days...

Times have changed;
I’m older than I used to be...

If Egypt should pronounce me dead,
Then let me walk amongst the tombs...

I started my day
by trying to dust the ink dots...

Silver patterns
on supple arms...

She waved,
And beamed a smile...