Micro Series Poetry
The Long Game
The Mountain My shelter is the storm, blame my vindication as the rock hints an omen, “Climb down, climb down.”
If anything from ghosts and dark magic to mental illness with all of the passion and vengeance in between is your game, then take a jaunt through Desi’s abstract mind on paper. You might leave hopeful. You might leave jaded. Or, perhaps, a little bit of both.