Rice and dalat a perfect proportion: soak, grind, ferment;the batter she…
Although slower than justice,I finally understood, mybrother, through his acts, notwords…
A response to Matthew Klope’s one-line prompt Learn
I bled myself dryto find a coloryou’d likeBut none of them…
What beauty
Because I unplugged my mind…
Shadow lazily drifts through my skull,sun behind, pushing it forward,the shadow eclipses my thought,the sun now hidden.
mist of magic over lanes of logic,in this context chameleonic.
a short poem, inspired by Harper Thorpe’s prompt — Context
