When Poverty Goes Hunting

After the last embers of your fire go out And the inky blackness sweeps in suddenly It becomes one with the erstwhile dancing shadows The sniffing stops And You know nothing holds it away any longer You can feel the earth tremble beneath its footfalls As it sends the hairs on the back of your […]

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I have lived a thousand lives I have felt a thousand times But nothing ever quite prepares me for the stink of fear It is a truly evil miasma of unguarded thoughts and responses It pervades my nostrils Seeps into my pores Pollen floating free Makes my very skin crawl A virulent rash It stains […]

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  Last night was topsy-turvy. I spoke to the love of my life. Beneath all the excitement I sensed the fear. The uncertainty. It was not helped in any way by the distance between us physically. On the surface not much had changed since we discovered we were romantically inclined towards each other (I did […]