Writer. Wordsmith. Poet. Obsessed with all things hedgehog. The beauty of the story is in the journey, not the arrival.
Posted on October 26, 2018by chimerapoet
It’s a strange place,
that louring sky and expansive sand swept landscape
inside my head.
Posted on October 30, 2018by chimerapoet
“Millie was gray.”
“The two bitches was gold.”
The doors shut and the outside light slid over the train like vaseline
I close my eyes and reach down,
deep inside myself,
where it’s quiet,
for a while,
but the deeper I go the louder it gets.