Strike at Night

elysian strike-
summons thunder

exposed knuckles grip the
sheets i’m freezing
under,

rage’s fist passes in
last of summer
rains,

to the delight of
night’s black
umbrella

i’m still dry and dark
under covers,

where all’s
sane.

Grumpy Gorman
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I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out...

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