With work, sickness, and time and money, here is where we are:
And this is my livingroom:
It is very overwhelming, but I’m excited to move forward. 87 more words
Sixty-four poems remain in the folder I’ve confidently sharpie-penned ‘1st Collection’
It has found a title, which I’m keeping under wraps. Five or six poems are hanging on by the skin of their teeth and will probably be weeded out during the next ruthless round of decision making. 104 more words
What we call the beginning is often the end
And to make an end is to make a beginning.
The end is where we start from. 1,182 more words