side of the marred road
scattered in the high grass
summer morning bus stop
alluring cubes of window glass
shining lurid bright as stars
vivid in a void black sky
astral condition car collision now
diamonds to a sheltered child’s eye
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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