Sunday, August 12, 2018

Words. by Wayne Russell



Words are written, in the prison cells of the tormented.
Words are scrawled in blood, in the institutions, by the mad.

Words are spawned in this threshold of a dream, where
poets roam, born forth the catalysis, the new day, wheels
churning non-stop.






Wayne Russell is a creative writer and shutterbug that was born
and raised in Tampa, Florida; he currently wanders the streets of
the middle of nowhere Ohio.

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