Its a little bit about my poetry fetish...a little about how I sometimes feel, a little about what I observe and a lot about nothing in particular. Its my vent, its my invent...its the one place where I don't lie..the one place where everything comes together as I want it to. Its my space. Its me finding my bearings away from home. Its centrally mine, peripherally yours. Welcome.
Monday, March 11, 2013
The Long Dark Tea Time of the Soul
I decided I was a lemon for a couple of weeks. I kept myself amused all the time jumping in and out of a gin and tonic.