The leaves tumble down
and skateboarders once again
admire their totem.
by Scooj.

My brothers and my
sisters; plants and animals.
We are biozens.
by Scooj
Learning and sharing;
a tireless thirst for knowledge
fires me up somewhat.
by Scooj
An Autumn sunrise
offering false promises
that break chilly hearts.
by Scooj
Eighty Harley Ds
descended on Café Rouge,
how incongruous.
by Scooj
Driving through driving
rain, hurtling along the
M4 to London.
by Scooj
I can see nothing
of your beating heart behind
those darkened windows.
by Scooj
As fireworks paint the
night sky, we celebrate Guy’s
failed shenanigans.
by Scooj
Banana fritters
promise so much more than they
ever deliver.
by Scooj
Faded memories
of innocents; I weep with
the passing of time.
by Scooj