Adam ChalkleyA Lightbulb MomentA small scratch within a deep, worn, already ancient canyon,Jan 20, 2021Jan 20, 2021
Adam ChalkleyThe Tinking Clatter of ThoughtI don’t mean to be mean but that’s all I can be.Jan 20, 2021Jan 20, 2021
Adam ChalkleyIn Sadness, In Sorrows, In smilesToday, we walked together in the gardens of spring for one last time,Jan 20, 2021Jan 20, 2021
Adam ChalkleyMy ChildThere you were, brand new to the world, but not to me. That momentJan 7, 2021Jan 7, 2021
Adam ChalkleyThe OppressedHe is little more than an ostensible speck against the brilliant backdrop of blue.Jan 7, 2021Jan 7, 2021
Adam ChalkleyEncased with the decaying confines of father time,I swing to a rhythmic monotony, clutching at the barest of threads,Jan 7, 2021Jan 7, 2021