poetry
Bougainvillea [thoughts formed lombok adjacent] Blossoms over us Grasping across idyllic Nothingness Visible illusions Language loosening Ever After
Left the Land of a Thousand Temples, for the Land of a Thousand Mosques. Gold domes, flecked in sunlight, the Burn, again.
And just like that, the sweetness of summer is upon us. It's only February, but the first rose has not only budded but also bloomed. Canadian poet Robert Kroetsch, in …
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