by D.S. Maolalai
hillwalking together,
toward the edge
of the howth-
head horizon,
looking at the sea
which lies,
flat and peaceful,
like a blue
uncrumpled scarf
hung by summer-
time door. Continue reading
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No Shadows
Filed under Poetry
The Hero Wakes up in a White Room
by D.S. Maolalai
You’ve seen it before.
They say a lot of writers
begin
with something like it,
because they are looking
at starting
on a white page,
and I believe them,
because most writers
are nothing
if not suggestible.
Filed under Poetry
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