it’s impossible to exercise only
a part of a phantom self
when the whole soul is one
shaking bed sheet afraid
woven of so many manifestations
that a frayed thread pulled
takes apart the whole
unhallowed ghost
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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