NUGATORY VERSELET OF A VERNALL WORDSMITH
June 30, 2026 —
lexm
THE STARS PRECIP FROM WELKINS LOW
AS WATCHERS VEER, AT LAST, OFF BEAT
TO SHED THEIR GENTLE LIGHT SO COLD
WHILE STERLING SOULS, RELINQUISHED, LEAP
Tags: poetry
bed of awakening
March 09, 2026 —
lexm
it's 1:47 and i can't sleep
shores of awareness
January 19, 2026 —
lexm
written at 00:38 on a moonless night in winter, as red cell's white sharks swam through my head and sleep danced far from reach. one might say i was beached on the shore, unable to return to sea...