
Purple fields under
The clearest creamy-blue sky
Is this paradise?
Purple fields under
The clearest creamy-blue sky
Is this paradise?
i was careless with feelings
in my youth –
wolfing from bed to bed
only staying long enough to
get what i relished,
receding into ink-black nights
like a haunting, feeling guilty
but rationalizing
Continue reading “Belly Full of Flames (a poem)”I was never much of an artist, but decided to start drawing and coloring again about a year ago. The idea was to express myself creatively in a different way – not just through writing.
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