Heavier than iron

‘Till this day, I am still sailing without lighthouses. All this digital information at my fingers but none of it cures my seizing illness as I hurl off the bow. Every morning I rock and roll out of a pitched bed, like the scuffed baseball ready to be tossed into fans. Red stitching worn and…


Awake from slumber Greet your sunrise with a smile Place ink on a page AG