Word Desert I’m living in a word desert, an idea desert. A can I do this desert, a do I want to do this desert. The cursor is staring at me blinking loudly, turn the faucet and start typing it says. We’ve barely begun and already I’m tapped out? The moments are a mirage, my … Continue reading Poemy Monday, the First
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