I have been following Tame SheWolf for a while now and I get her posts delivered via e-mail. I was sitting in a mall when this one got delivered to my inbox. I started reading it, and, for me, the mall began fading out into the background. This poem made me think of a porch... Continue Reading →
Travelling at Night
A blanket with doodles of greying edifices, sleeping fields and dotted streetlights folds in several places where the roads meet and the streets part. The earth-a blanket when the night sky comes out to watch. I'm a tiny speck moving on the rough sketch when all is silent, everyone is asleep and I'm travelling. I... Continue Reading →
Backdoors
The grass was a light summer-green, and the front gate was open, white picket fence, shrubbery, a swing, and a tall stout tree. The open door waited for him each day. He’d return home, promptly place his coat on the sofa, yes, sofa; and walk through the house to the backyard to play with the... Continue Reading →
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