i wish for one day
humankind could experience
the pure trust and joy i’ve seen
in my boys at four-years old
on a spring Saturday on an open lawn
arms wide running laughing
face turned up to the sun
as if they knew they could fly
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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