People talk of endings As if they're fruit Ripe on the vine, just pick one and go. We never talk about What this is, This kind of ending. There's quitting the band Tiredness setting into bones Far too long away There's walking away from the spotlight But this was none of that. A guttural hymn... Continue Reading →
(Flash Poetry) Follow-Up: When Anxiety Makes You Not Write.
My last post talked about me having all these words screaming in my ears, begging to write them down, how my mind was already ready to dive in to the next project. I just have one problem right now: Anxiety and OCD in some kind of weird uproar. The words scramble to reach my fingertips,... Continue Reading →