( via / oil painting by me )

Voyage by rail.

"Frog walked into the house. It was dark. All the shutters were closed. 'Toad, where are you?' called Frog.

'Go away,' said the voice from a corner of the room." —@frogandtoadbot.bsky.social

Compund Interest.

"draze"

sugar glass for shew-stone
shade-penitent quitclaim
& the road draws ruts in
rapt applesauce Tulsa

remain lapse-malignant
lump polishing mishmash
till scorn scrolls its thunder
sky-emulous mural

For the Finders of Bodies in Murder Mysteries.