Poems from Livia Tertulla
I heard a distant, curious noise outside.
I went out to check that sound outright.
A fox, a bunny, a squirrel, a raccoon?
It was my puppy,...
He can paint, in his head
Doesn’t have time for that
He needs steady money...
All paths we take were by sorrow begotten:
A price we pay for forsaking God’s Garden.
Fortuna secretly against all men conspire.
But...