We stepped where everything
was illusion, and memories
precious and strange
spike like pebbles
under naked feet in the dark.


4 thoughts on “Untitled

  1. Geoff says:

    Nice! Good to see you writing again Paul.

  2. Paul Christiansen says:

    Thanks, Geoff. Don’t get too hopeful – it’s been a bloody struggle lately.

  3. Write me a poem about…about blumpkins. ha

  4. Paul Christiansen says:

    I… I never knew that had a name until I looked it up.

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