place your wastrel hand in mine
last vestiges of night sublime
leave your shades and shame behind
and let’s go to the town
let the barman fill our cups
scoop the steaming stew to sup
until above the sun goes up
while we’re forever down
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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