tiny purple pebble fruit drupe
fermented in wine of fine vinegar brine
on my tongue alive saliva salty sea
i bite through that bitter skin and chew
unless i hit a pointed pit see
then i spit
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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