Sijo Saturday.

Bite-sized poetry.

No Balance.

Writing it all down in a poem is the closest I can get to coping with it.

I Know It’s Time To Leave.

That's just how life is.

Choices.

Plain old pettiness in poetry!

The Poets.

I am beginning to understand what this is all about.

Sijo Saturday!

This is something self-indulgent, more than anything.

I Have Regrets.

Poetry... it has been a while.

Sijo Saturday.

Slowing down for the weekend.

Emptiness. Forever.

Just to feel something.

Sijo Saturday.

I am back to actually writing things.

Search.

This is all I have to offer today.

#NaPoWriMo Day 30: Memories Of Magnolia Street.

Streets lined with haunted homes.

#NaPoWriMo Day 29: Windows Of This Love.

Draped in curtains of green vines...

#NaPoWriMo Day 28: Thoughts To Keep You Up.

If I fell asleep, right this instant...

#NaPoWriMo Day 27: Flashover.

When all was said and done...

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