In the depths of slumber I find my way through the passage of night.
In the end, it is your heart that will guide the knife to your throat.
In which I would rather be wrapped Than this one: 8pm on a Saturday Sitting at my writing-corner Comfortable in a closet of organised mess Leather of the reading-chair cracked in places The cellphone sleeping A pen poised In it I get to think About the evening fog draped In folds from trees Leaves falling […] … Continue reading There is no scene — To Dad With Love Poetry
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There is no scene — To Dad With Love Poetry
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As she closes her eyes comes the white light, Takes her to hundreds of miles, Where lives the moons and stars of her life.
Starting a day in a nutshell - The aspiring, we
“You must write every single day of your life… You must lurk in libraries and climb the stacks like ladders to sniff books like perfumes and wear books like hats upon your crazy heads… may you be in love every day for the next 20,000 days. And out of that love, remake a world.”