The Pescetarian Poet
fishy scribbles for fussy nibbles
36 words of fluff.
A footprint left on the sands of time, no less.
A quadrille to spell the merry-go-rounds of life's seasons in a pantoum.
A quadrille written on a day when reality had betrayed its season.
A timely prompt for a quadrille: a 44-word poem on the midnight thunder, overnight drizzle and morning dew.
A short prose about our father-and-son time spent in the neighbourhood’s mangrove wood.
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