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Tuesday, the 12th of December, 2017.

See-through fingers snaking over outside ledge
Decrepit, with crystal lyricism.

A thud and fine flurry skating off the roof
Solitary drips of gentle snow-thaw.

I/We #33

Before I begin, I’d like to quote Hemingway and prove him erroneous.
He said “There’s nothing to writing. All you do is sit down to a typewriter and bleed.” 599 more words

Poetry & Prose

love me selflessly #115

I cut my hair today

no breaking news

no red alerts

just scissors, an amalgam of heavy anchors and shit load of existential crisis,

and my surrendering self… 572 more words

Poetry & Prose

Monday, the 11th of December, 2017. 21:05

The pavements are laden with meringue
Haphazard slather smeared along the road.
Trees, like proud antlers, highlighted by the season’s bliss
Stretch deep into the charcoal sky. 38 more words

The Beloved Gift

For if I could have it all a gift,
It would be wrapped up in your lips.
For if I could live inside my dreams, 63 more words


Friday, the 8th of December, 2017. Snow. (Sno-em)

Generous helping of nature’s icing as I open my window.
The neighbourhood is transformed into a dessert village of
marzipan roofs, artisanally-moulded cake batter homes; 48 more words

Never Been Loved

There is distortion to our generation

Where it is not unusual to never have felt the embrace of love

True Love

It is not unusual to find “happiness” in individuals… 64 more words

Poetry & Prose