My Songbird

Words and Images by David Finley

Songbird- by David Finley

Songbird

Cold fatigue kisses my weathered cheek;

Upon sun feathered breasts where spring winds blow.

Her songbird voice becomes summer rain;

'Til my autumn crown becomes winter snow.

-David Finley

First Impression

Guest Article by Katrina Finley

I sit in my car,
In front of my school,
Which looks like a place,
Where gangs fight duels.

 This is my first visit,
And I shalln't linger long,
Least I get an infection,
From a much used bong.

 It's shocking really,
To gaze at this place,
No doubt I'll need,
To be armed with mace.

 Surely it's charming,
Should I but really look,
The warehouse facade,
I merely mistook...

 Special thanks to Katrina Finley
for covering today's guest article!

My Lovely Anna

Words and Images by David Finley

 On heart walls, ink your devotion,

 While gardens grow where glass has broken;

 Gentle melody stir the breeze,
 
 And dance to music only we hear.

Thanks for Reading!