Biography
I'm just some bum who likes to write pretty.
Samples
Ocean Isn’t it wonderful? All alone with the sea The salt of the air, the waves ebbing, frothing away Each crash on the rocks, dampening the sands I wait for her to leave The foam of the tide spoils, as a badly poured beer A half-smile, my teeth all cragged. Grateful for my sunglasses Seagulls overhead. Cackling, Chortling. They know my shames, my thinking Pretty a pitiful descriptor of things Gorgeous, a failure too Resplendent in their cossies Blonde, Brunette, Red, all fluttering among the sea I wish to approach, to dance and joke with the prettiest of the three Bright hazel eyes, unrelenting as the sun. I turn back to the beach, where she washed away.
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