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'The ghost-moon wastes his wax'

The ghost-moon wastes his wax - Drips it down a fishing line to us, Adrift on a noiseless sea. Like the voices of the dead, Wandering in white noise, The ghost-moon wastes his wax.

ALL THAT GLITTERS

ALL THAT GLITTERS…. © Mollie Kay Smith

POEM: Breaking Through.

Are superiority complexes are born of fear or ignorance?

POEM: The Wailing Wall.

A postscript to God.

A GOOD WAY TO GO

A GOOD WAY TO GO © Mollie Kay Smith

A CRISIS FROM NOTHING

A CRISIS FROM NOTHING ©Mollie Kay Smith

The Nightly Harlot

She's never known love. Partially inspired by Les Miserables (my favorite musical of all time).

Every shadow is of the sun

A poem about lights, shadows, and reflections.

My Code

My only wish is not to compete But to build my code for the truth.

Near the Close

You always sat at peace in an immaculate space ,Whilst I listened to the taps whistling, soflty Elbows on the little square, of a filthy counter. And so I looked at every nervy look