Moonlight in August – Onie Maniego (The Paper Drafts)

The night was bright with stars,
Like the scales of silver fishes
Swimming into the fire of my ship.
Come children of the sea.
Dance against the silence of the night.
I was sailing in the skies
In search of the moon,
But found none.
Yet in my sleep, the moon glances over me.
Its colors dripping from the canopy
And into the branches and leaves,
Until the last drop of honey
Reaches me.

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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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