when the end finally came the air cooled
and cleared so i climbed the dusty rubble
of the fallen wall and beyond i saw
the golden field the elms unburled and you
smiling waving me in tending your garden
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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