in my rage
i sit quietly unfocused
i imagine i am in my heart pounding
on the ceiling
so tired and pissed about
the noise going on upstairs
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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