traps hostages
tongues of fire from hell engulfed
sweat delivered off the cold skin
piped with gun shots
fight
two down - a hero, a heroine
freeing others from hell
architecture of the scheme
traps hostages tongues of fire from hell engulfed sweat delivered off the cold skin piped with gun shots fight two down - a hero, a heroine freeing others from hell
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a steep voice lashes out destroys a peaceful mind no subject
a sincere smile reflecting on the brass work satisfaction in a retreat of praise through the telescope through and through i find a precipice on paper in ink a doll embroidered on cloth drops down the cliff no more glint of brightness it disappears with the fall no one can harness or put sunlight back on |
AuthorI started late to become a writer, after I graduated from the University of Auckland at the age of 57. It all began when one of my articles was first published in Muse, a magazine in Hong Kong. I just finished my first novel Tree which is about Chinese immigrants here in New Zealand. Being bipolar it hasn't been easy but I'm proud to have broken the vicious cycle and begin to enjoy life. I'm glad to have survived to this age and be able to live a most fulfilling life. Categories |