Provisional Verse & Reluctant Prose
Jingle Jingle
The midnight bells were jingling— mere chimes, if one is strict. They marked the stroke of twelve o’clock— a point I won’t contradict. They
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Dreadfully Poor Publishing
Thoughts, stories, and ideas.
Unassuming Haiku Musings
Snapdragon
Snap, you dragon, snap— clap your talons together and let those claws crack.
Unassuming Haiku Musings
Enraged
I was enraged when I learned that writers of rage earned a higher wage.
Unassuming Haiku Musings
Scents-less rose wars
Scents-less rose wars bloom— petallers profiting off bellicose bouquets.