Waving Winds

In desert sands children played carelessly, disregarding derelict structures half buried in the dunes on the yellowed sunset horizon. Wisps of wind carried the wasteland in waves like a dried out ocean and the populous went about its daily doings following the impressions of the storm – always wandering.

Excerpt from my newest short story: "Desert Marauders"

The Whore of a Couch III

Its fabric tired and torn of three decades past,
its frame rusted and exhausted,
and its so very lonely.