even as the night extends its grasp
sol stretches golden fingers on the land
winter bares icicle teeth
obscures with steaming breath
but against the face of daylight cannot stand
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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