theisswriter: typing things. for me. for you.
Poem, that wasn’t a poem
Inquired why it wasn’t so.
“Your author knows not what he does,
Therefore you cannot be,” they rebuked.
“If ignorance precludes art, 129 more words
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writing in north norfolk
with bright green colours of spring
Kim M. Russell, 2018
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #205 DragonChild
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call it naiveté if you prefer
the times I thought
stronger; mebbe felt
I could be the one
make them whole
alongside too that of me… 94 more words
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During the desultory days, reaching for a degree, the phallus of a god, the Dionysian bottle shaped to fit the world’s hands; I was lost in the liminal space between myelinated nerves. 97 more words
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