A Single Tree
May 20, 2015TW Flash Nonfiction by Don Lyman
How strange that they’d preserve a single piece of the forest they destroyed.
How strange that they’d preserve a single piece of the forest they destroyed.
'Let me get this straight,' I’d ask. 'We’re going to go outside, walk around—then come back?'
Car door handles don't appear very often in poems, or door knobs in general.
The pictures were mostly of Julie posing naked, like you’d see in a magazine.
Dive into the dream and the unconscious ocean. Steal without guilt.
Because Mother Nature wasn't clever enough
I like when the world is strange enough that you really have to pay attention.