Wednesday, July 25, 2018
Make peace with deadlines or this is how your spirit reacts.
Fear a deadline, the carrots are charred beyond desire.
Fear a deadline, poems sound like frenetic bug-eyed creatures
howling in a wind tunnel. Sashay up to a deadline & see what happens.
Of course, I'm writing this for myself.
Go ahead, make up the story about what this image is or isn't. Get personal or not. Include a pen or a spoon. Or both. Make up something that feeds those you love and those folks yet-to-be met.