ROOM FOR POETRY I have a room for poetry Two bookcases of neatly filed books Arranged by region of course Then chronologically They have been gathering dust for years Unread, unopened, a wall of doubt Twenty years I have been a closed book Until today the penny dropped The dam burst, the Bastille fell Words…
The Dark Horses
Barns and Stars…..aiming at the stars?
Finally got five minutes to sit down and catch up with myself and all the threads I have started off… I have not had a chance this week to read and critique a short story as I have been doing because of so much else going on. Busy is good but not when it gets this…