Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
I hammered nails yet the door was askew you shook it from its hinge to make Plan B work instead of door we have a curtain