trees stood after the flood
streets lined with black sticks
covered in cotton candy
sticky sweet complete
with skittering legs
and sacks of eggs
they live on god’s grace
bless them all to hell
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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