So you may have jounced on life’s currents, felt the rocks nip at your skull. I’ve got some dents myself.
This is my version of poetry, from a brain that knows the call. At least it thinks it hears. It hears it now, so it must be true.
Meet my propeller, and you better watch your fingers. Oh, and don’t call it a ‘blog.’ Call it a shell. Or a website. Well I guess ‘blog’ is fine. Sure whatever. Just watch the mud.
I love poetry for its ability to maintain emotion. Like in a jar with holes, peeking out, the life of the thing. Its better parts, especially. I could squash it if I wished, but I’d rather pin it up. There is always humor. Sanity is the price.
I do what I can for this wizened art. I push myself to live it, because it’s very much alive. I can feel its lifeblood, I will tell you that. Just pumping pumping pumping.
Welcome to my poetry site, Reclusewritings.
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