Frustrated E.T., hopeless to go back to his home star. And hungry, really hungry… But no having taste for humans, I write. https://searingwords.wordpress.com
Every time I sit here to write about anything that moves me to do it, I wonder if this odd submersion into the literary…
As through a wasteland
I have wandered day after day.
In the barren absence
of what is presaged
an unsaid murmur beats.
Route of shadows
It seemed as if he would have walked for hours, and still two blocks was left before reaching the cemetery. To some ordinary passerby, or…