head spinning
infinitudes make us
paint dance sing
at the gate
beg mercy on
clouds of dead wishes
still harping away
rat in a cage
linguistic pharmakon
write now
to grind tomorrow
out of your system
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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