In the Zone
It’s 3 a.m. in the morn, Nameless is already shouting: โGet out of the way and let me write my story!โ It’s been days of dilly-dallying; Avoidance p...
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Word Churner
โOne kind word can warm three winter months.โ ~ A Japanese proverb Talking machine churns And skips to the previous groove; Rhetoric is broken Churns the machin...
Waiting for Luna
Winter night dark and brutalSkywatcher tremblesfor first love is hard.What lunatic waits to be jiltedby a girl he never laid eyes on? For Poets United