Summer’s Wreckage
Summer’s wreckage; a darkish startof September days
The main focus of this blog is poetry. I share some of my poems, drafts or excerpts. More often that not, I rewrite or edit to publish them somewhere else.
Summer’s wreckage; a darkish startof September days
Closest to midnight —We swish past sleepy villages at full speedcoming back from the only bar in town.Someone somewhere shouts:“YOLO! You. Only. Live. Once.”I’m...
The night is quietand stealing kisses is the gameI play only with you.