so is courage stoked by
fire at one’s core?
Month: November 2017
i. Was when the dream came to its end, Was when I began again To make something of this guilty living, To make something of the mirrored moon-face Staring back at me with cunning caution, me, Or one of my father’s cronies,...Read More
Why is it you’ve begun to think your life
Is something other, a neighbor you once knew
Muttering at night deep tones of meditation?
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