alien twilight estranges me
around every corner a shadow lurks
every night is a knife
mornings a red weeping wound
sleep in its closeness to death
should be no balm
but that passage to the lands of dream
is enough of heaven for rest
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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