the sunlight turns red
on the bedroom wall
a cool evening breeze
arrives at last
blue shadow curtains blur
and shift the glow
i cannot turn my head
to see the truth
the fever breaks
exhaustion claims my eyes
Scattershot poetry, prose, art, and assorted creative ammunition. A celebration of desire, language, and the revel of life through craft and frequent writing practice.
I checked my blog's numbers after my last post. My readership seemed to be exploding, but considering the volume was all from Singapore,...
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