spent time this morning swimming in the past
and gasping breath from sport was wrenched ashore
dry now but spitting water blood and teeth
what’s drowning just beneath still keeps a score
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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