He liked the ‘literary types’, but was stuck in a dead end

The man wasn’t servile, he was arrogant, behaving in such a way as to throw his authority around. The words that came out his mouth showed his superiority. He was a walking dictionary, and everyone just groaned when he produced another word, as if he knew better about words than everyone else. And some thought… Read More He liked the ‘literary types’, but was stuck in a dead end

After

Street sight is long, Run by the forlorn. A cloud settling across, Street mastered by a turn, as ghosts come and go. Darkness one thinks she sees. Ghosts flashing across trees, deafening cries of the lost souls from purgatory, Lingering in her mind the fraternity, Their callings exciting the moon And along comes the white… Read More After