Written by Jezzie G In the season of paradox cowards slink, The world in ambiguity is enslaved. The writer’s quill flows with contrary ink, Without the clarity all is depraved. This life is mortality’s enigma. We seek to understand the baffling. It’s lost in a mindless, puzzling stigma, Among the intellectual waffling…
Season Of Paradox — Edge of Humanity Magazine
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I am a freelance writer and poet and started writing after raising my two boys as a way of discovering just who Jez is. That is still very much an ongoing project but the journey so far has introduced me to many wonderful friends and fellow writers through an ever-growing love of poetry.
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What an excellent poem Jezzie.
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Thank you,Sadje. Glad you enjoyed it
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You’re welcome ☺️
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