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As Yet Unwritten When does poetry unfold? Does it unfold the moment I lift my hand, lift a pen, let it drip, dip into ink, paper, water, wood, sand, stone […]
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Madman

Sometimes I hear the clock tick, sometimes I don’t. ​ Other times, it ticks so loud, louder than heartbeats rushing. ​ Whenever I’m alone in a quiet room, in a […]
Madman