Amongst my brain’s circuitry and conscious lucidity, are crepuscular spaces invaded by voices of the unborn and half-fledged. Poetic words worm and edge, scritch-scratching senses into phrases and sentences; ragged nightmares and dreams into outfits with hems and seams; proper poems with lines and stanzas; sonnets draped with velvets and organzas, haiku and tanka wrapped […]
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