an avenue without sight confirms
only the point of the question mark
so sure of your words’ aim
when you play in secret and pretend
but soon your mouth overflows
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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