low scream
where wheels met road
mile on mile of steel
hour upon hour
to days end
on the way
the sun hung cold
flat and round
peering out from behind
the brown clouds
like a coin in the sky
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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