it is full and
opaque
opulence
wispy
ghosty
a wild white orb
changling in
our nights
never constant
so how come
we rely on it so heavily.
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A place for writers to find refuge when doubt and rejection have trapped them in the underworld. Writing and works in progress by Mary, as well as some photos of travels.
1 comment:
Wow, you've updated a lot! I like the new title block, although it's a little large.
You should post the poem about the key and the lock and the twisting. I liked that one.
More than all the tricky locks,
S
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