poetry, politics

THE UNTiTLED

And he no longer stares through the window at the herd or the gang that passes below his house, daily. The dogs are a lot more now, everywhere there is the smell of piss and excretion and among them is the howl, a howl that can be heard but does not register to the head,… Continue reading THE UNTiTLED

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life, love, poetry, soul

REALiZATION

-The following is an extract taken directly from the journals of Kashiv and the words appear here as they were there. The page has no date and time nor can we tell for certain where or which time of the day it was written- And I have just started to have visions and I don't know… Continue reading REALiZATION