the passing hours ripple
peaks rising to light
troughs into obscurity
in time moments
flash as they unfold
until there is still
shameless water
a perpetual present
held up by its own
dense impenetrable darkness
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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