from convictions' fire
my words rise like fine paper ash
fragile orange-fringed airborne
when touched burn
only a moment
but the smoke smell on your skin
the tenebrous smudge
tenacious
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( Just a reminder that these are my opinions. You're entitled to your own.) I started reading The Artist’s Way (hereinafter abbreviated...
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The Book: The Dawn of Everything: A New History of Humanity by David Graeber and David Wengrow Citation: Graeber, David and D., Wengrow. 202... -
Apologies. I did not post a poem on December 20th, 2021 ... I suppose I was bound to miss a day sooner or later, but this is the first time ...
Short and crisp here
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