Did I scare you when that honest orange fell out of my mouth onto the table where it lay for days, people passing it like a rotting fruit was no big deal until one day I walked by and remembered it used to be a part of me and kept walking.
by Lize Bard
Poetry, Fiction and Art
Triathlon trials and travelling tales
Wanderers on two wheels!
Zine Reviews and Interviews
art stuff, library stuff, grumpiness, etc.
Watercolor, Illustration, Surface Design