Poetry Partners #108 'No Longer', a poem by Aishwarya Kannan of 'Timelessly' In the midst of an afternoon slumber Scribbling along the walls Hoping that it would last longer I don’t know why it ended But the dream was all I had ephemeral, but so close If only he could also be sad To know… Continue reading Rusted afternoons, or: Bloodstained glass
A kyrielle Every body drained of its blood, He came to be known as the Leech. While screams filled his mind like a flood, He quilled stirring ballads for each. For months, he'd observe them closely, Even learned their manners of speech. They were local heroes, mostly; He quilled stirring ballads for each. He would… Continue reading Red rum, or: Ink wells
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