that old streetlight shines through the blinds
painting flat wide white and shadow lines
on bare black linens
was a time one might observe
a certain hips turned curvature
because that’s the side
on which she used to lie
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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