i watched Aurora tip toe through the trees
and lay down hair splayed on the fallen leaves
her gown soaked up the dew her breath made breeze
but then she rose and flew over the eaves
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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