This entry was posted on Sunday, January 3rd, 2016 at 3:15 am and tagged with East, Haiku, Lie, Poem, Poetry, South, Tourists, West and posted in Poetry. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed.
There’s nothing quite like opening the computer and realizing that I didn’t hit “publish.” *sigh* This poem was written and ready to publish on the 2nd, so I’m going to say it counts.
He was swimming through a sea of winds that spun and whirled without moving as they shouted, calling out to each other in panicked voices. Their cries buffeted him and sent him reeling from one to the other. Each burst burned, and although Matt tried to right himself, his body wouldn’t […]
twytte 
January 3rd, 2016 at 3:16 am
There’s nothing quite like opening the computer and realizing that I didn’t hit “publish.” *sigh* This poem was written and ready to publish on the 2nd, so I’m going to say it counts.
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