All my thoughts are winding

If you sit on the edge, the wood shakes you when the trains go by. It makes me feel like the plastic dentures Johnny got Granny as a joke one Christmas. There's a little screw at the back and when we wound them up they chattered together so much they juddered along the table and... Continue Reading →

Shit: An ode to Anxiety

There are so many people Everything feels out of time It messes with my thoughts And messes up my rhyming... Shit. That's not quite right I know I can do better Words scramble in my brain I can't settle on a... Shit. What that word? For one alphabetical member I'd communicate my meaning If only... Continue Reading →

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