23:2
Strip the room to ordinary
once more
but now it feels empty,
barren, too big,
too bare,
too exposing.
What is left when the
shimmer disappears?
Who are you in
dismal winter?
Fiction and poetry writing, recapturing the muse.
23:2
Strip the room to ordinary
once more
but now it feels empty,
barren, too big,
too bare,
too exposing.
What is left when the
shimmer disappears?
Who are you in
dismal winter?