empty oh muse
the old rituals have turned away
lend your gorgeous voice a minute
or nine
leave me no peace from your ruby mouth
only an airy palace of lines
high flags waving
against a fresh blue sky
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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