paper clip hook in my brain
tightening torque in my chest
rubber band between
when storm winds blow
screaming weeping slamming doors
winding my head around
my heart follows
wrapping one way then back
until at last a snap or slack
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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