Fiction, poetry

Escaping Quicksand (poem)

Some see the city as spires of glass, towering steel and steady, noble iron - Historical and thriving, teeming with life as any coral reef of stone and brick. I see the shimmering glamour of it all but feel its pull, a magnet misleading: the city is quicksand to suck at my feet pulling, squeezing,… Continue reading Escaping Quicksand (poem)