asleep in the morning
i briefly see you passing
and rise in time to see
the front door closing
trailing traces of warmth
your shampoo your coffee
still opening spaces where
your solitude blossomed to
its full hectic expression
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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