Life this July feels like the moment after placing the last piece of a puzzle. Countless hours spent finding the missing pieces, building around sides and corners until you get to the final slot and… it’s complete. What next?
an hour and three minutes and the word count’s stuck at nought wracked my brains and wrung ’em out but couldn’t find a thought dove into the…… Read more “Soonish”
A haphazard poem of varying rhythms and questionable rhymes. What a perfect metaphor for twenty-eighteen.