Short Poem
There is a vast notion
rooted in the desert air,
that heat comes from feeling
to scorch the pretty.
It tornados through flesh
the way feeling ought,
void of moving forward
— with one’s senses intact.
By Lennie Varvarides, Aug 2022
There is a vast notion
rooted in the desert air,
that heat comes from feeling
to scorch the pretty.
It tornados through flesh
the way feeling ought,
void of moving forward
— with one’s senses intact.
By Lennie Varvarides, Aug 2022
London-based dyslexic creative working in development. Founder of DYSPLA, founding editor @ The Museum of the Neurodivergent-Aesthetic.