poetry, writing, screed…
All written out —
ink pushes no poems
flat-lining
P.S. Cottier
My brain, if not my heart, is convinced that the year is ending, even if it’s only late October. I have been running around too much to do the poem thing enough. Definitely looking forward to taking a break in December to jump start the brain. Must buy jump-leads.
Or vodka, which is nature’s jump-lead.
😦
Oh well, I’ve always got tea and Pointless…(-:
I’m hearing you, Penelope!
Pointless, tea or wee poem, Michele?
The jump-leads (and the vodka!)
I like the wee poem though. It struck a chord. 🙂
Thanks, Helen.
Yes I’m hearing you. A cool nano poem though!
Thanks Helen M. Glad you liked it (and that you are blogging again!)