A mixed collection of prose and poetry written for various WdC activities in 2025. |
| A little fib here, A couple falsehoods there. Fabrications and falsities frame my every sentence and story. Truth and clarity dissolve in a torrent of prevarications and lies. The simplicity of genuine honesty doesn’t matter to my mendacious tongue, which delights in the beauty of chaos created by improvised and fictionalized realities. What’s the point of coming into the light, when I flourish in the darkness? —————————————————————————————— 12 lines FORM: Free Verse PROMPTS: You can't be bothered to turn on the light, so you sit in the dark + dissolve, torrent (you only need to choose one word to use) + beauty in chaos Written for "Cards Against Authors" |