All Things Confused

A dog with newspaper spots, barking wherever he goes.

Month: January, 2014


The tiny footsteps

Of fallen leaves

Follow me.

And glances

Keep me company.


On occasion,

A sparrow hops,

But does not fly

Away from rocks.


I moved a


The indention made an impact.

The gross mud of my desecration,

Which my fingers wrought,

Has been a cause of consternation.