Written by Algo When we lived underground And ate scrap metal. When we lived by the sound Of empty vessels. Waiting for the train You lay on the tracks You didn’t move a muscle Though the ropes were slack. Blinded by daylight That comes round the bend And punctuates night With a full…
Grieve For The Shadows (Nonsense) — 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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