i don’t want to haunt this house
someday surrounded by strangers
cats and dogs hackles up growling
smiling down at frightened children
weeping wondering where my family went
only once in a while becoming aware
the rooms are empty and dark
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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