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Venetian Noir. Because every writer needs at least one identity crisis and an alter ego to match. Advertisements
Writer’s deep sea task, how to breathe underwater– Air of faith, no mask.
Through a glass, darkly, splitting of selves by prism– Wide berth for one’s I.
Wrath and Discontent, kindling to pen’s holy fire– Love’s labor reformed.
Modeling the glyphs of a soul’s swooning cursive– Who will transcribe me?
Anxiety’s veil, torn to shreds in the ether– abyss staring back.
Volumes of silence bearing the heft of language– Exile’s homecoming.
Wired for night-walks, she stalked words with feline poise– Good morning, midnight.
Old man, battle-tested, heart, a punch-drunk pugilist– to fall is human.
Breastfed by the Muse, cradled in a green womb, warm– fool of the moon, torn.