Steightmuntz
Churnin’ out.
Tag: writing
The Cup For Tea
I used to sit in the wind of the morning, hearing them shout out numbers.
Two Tanka & A Single Word
Cities in parallel, blended; the nearer past and ancient times.
A Song Of Poems
Told through tense interpretation, their tales light the night and meet the morning.
Will I Not Want Yet Still Want Not?
A day about the harbour. A night around a fire.
