when i see you facing truth
but hoping it’s a lie
i’m reminded of myself in shame
and wonder why we fear
that which should assure us
in favor of convenience
creatures fearful and temporary
too aware of our time
cloaked as it is in dreams
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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