Photo, Poem—two of a kind in the best of minds. Or the worst. You tell me. Cheers Steve 🙂 The House. A poem (Abandoned, part 2) This shell lingers like the aftertaste of a charcoal-flavoured entree, partially consumed like an afterthought of vagrant afternoons and post-sunset tribulations. The book resting on your pane, to beContinue reading “Upstart Photographer – The Abandoned House”
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Styx. A poem.
A poem about love and sacrifice. Can’t have one without the other. But at what price?
Defaced. A poem.
Lost in the crowd, familiar face from a past long forgotten… I write poems about me and stuff that affects me. That’s just what I do.
