what’s born of a balmy night
The other night I mentioned on Twitter that I was going to write a story about a staircase and a balmy night. Then I got distracted and wrote some book. In any event, every evening where I presently reside is balmy at the moment. It's quite lovely when the sun goes down. Here is how recent PM hours inspired my poetry... i'm crap with titles. untitled Some nights you walk through the atmosphere. Not around it, not within. Straight… through....