gated foldsA Poem by redd Brick Keshnergate - light thin / feet in the quell before departure - early like a wound - still wet someone’s mouth shapes a road in the air (brothers sisters) find it, you say - or they say - and the fog folds around your name. . © 2025 redd Brick Keshner |
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Added on August 26, 2025 Last Updated on August 26, 2025 Authorredd Brick KeshnerBrisbane, West Moreton, AustraliaAbout/iframe> ….socially awkward poet. Childhood stammerer… intentionally driven to writing rather than speaking. And yes, that’s where that vibe is sourced… so your kin.. more.. |

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