A slightly experimental poem, based on music and its power.
A short little holiday themed story I wrote on a similarly dreary morning.
Sometimes I just use poetry to think out loud to myself, making art out of my ruminations.
Plinky asked me a relatively easy question today, but my complicated semi-broken brain took it and made a long free form poem out of it. Yay?
Another silly, sentimental poem for your enjoyment, tomorrow I have something different lined up to be published here.
This is half a reflective essay, half poetry. Very personal, but I think I needed to post it somewhere.