Things are getting a bit hairy here. Winter is coming on strong, and my best defense is sprouting to keep me safe and warm, but how long will it be before I can’t place the face peering back at me? Just the thought of it makes me bristle.
Read MoreYep…it will be like entering into a black hole to try and explain this one. I’m not sure if the wonky stars dancing around my head are even bright enough to find the end of this excerpt. Who will put me back together again?
Read MoreHow high can I go? Do the words flow easier when I’ve taken off into the clouds or does that make more thunder rumble? Every cloud has a silver lining, let’s see where the edge of this one takes me.
Read MoreWhen the clouds roll in, the clouds puff out. In my first attempt at poetry, I freestyle in hopes of bringing the light to my life. Is that a skunk? No, just part of the current creative process. The sun will come out tomorrow, though, right?
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