Anchorage

Prose, short stories and other works belong here. Segregated and shunned by the poems in the other camp, the denizens of Reason huddle around the smouldering coals of a long dead fire, shuffling in the cold with wrung hands. They know they aren’t as good as the poetry of Rhyme, but in their hearts they know that one day a time will come for them to step into the sunlight and embrace the promised world with open arms. One day…

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