Word of the Day: Burn (part I)
as a child,
he burnt armies of ants
with his magnifying glass —
cackling with glee
as he seared the helpless
with concentrated beams.
now he's a man
with a badge on his heart
and a god in his holster.
all these protesters are nothing but ants to him.
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Wishing-Well of Whispers
Puisi"This is the bridge where torn hearts go - / Into the depths, they overthrow." Words of mischance and mortality | A poetry collection that acknowledges the darker side of human experience (death, dismay, disaster) but offers notes of resilience and...
