Poem – Polluted tongues

I have searched for a memory – Moontox is calling. She talks of two moons in a sky that is dawning. I wake and remember, what comes after grey, the skies have been darker than…

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Salad Chat.

I love a great salad, don’t you? especially now we have all become so creative, so different from the salads my mother used to serve up. A limp piece of lettuce, some sliced tomato, and…