Traveling

A moment from my recent past.

Shakily grasping a square of cardboard while set cross legged on the soiled cement glazed in melancholy madness he ogles our quartet; crestfallen clinging to a wretched theme so clearly astray and unaided yet eternally in concert.

Reviews

[Cat]

That's some beautiful and powerful writing you got there. I love your extensive vocabulary it made the poem exquisite.

[J.J.Cooke]

Thank you! Good to get feedback finally :) just stating to write I appreciate your kind words.