city
new yet not shiny.
In response to a prompt from a spoken word club: to integrate a line from a poem quoted by another member (guess where it is). Coincidentally, one of my favorite Richard Siken poems. Typed this up in my email because I am otherwise out of storage space...
Other Half
Some useful advice.
Tonight, in the middle of nowhere
This used to be going somewhere.
What Poetry Means to Me
In a facetious sort of way, when writing is like scratching a doorway through a brick wall.
poppy image from imaginings; background texture from Viahorizon on Subtle Patterns