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A writer who wants to be an actor who wants to be a poet. I wrote a novel and haven't read it since.
Witchcraft | Queer Musings | Moon Poetry

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“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”
― Ernest Hemingway
Half of my poems are titled "The Human Condition"

Night Sky

December 7, 2015

The night sky tastes clean and bright, like cold white snow.
Stars start with a bang and end with a sizzle, sweet and explosive.
The comets dance with their scarves trailing out behind,
in the bubbly dark liquid we call the sky.
It all boils down to champagne and glitz and glitter,
growing darker, ever darker, bitter almost, as the night goes on.
Until the rush is over, the snowfall is over.
The moon melts smooth and mellow into the buttery horizon. 


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