Poem 18 of 31 for October Poetry Writing Month, #OctPoWriMo, based on the prompt of black out or…
(Photograph – Mark Schutter ©2014) I have said it before and it simply bears repeating; “it is exhausting…
“ð‘ºð’ð’Žð’†ð’•ð’Šð’Žð’†ð’” ð’šð’ð’– ð’ð’†ð’†ð’… ð’•ð’ ð’ˆð’†ð’• ð‘³ð‘¶ð‘ºð‘»… ð’„ð’‚ð’–ð’”ð’† ð’Šð’•’ð’” ð’•ð’‰ð’† ð’ƒð’†ð’”ð’• ð’˜ð’‚ð’š ð’•ð’ ð’…ð’Šð’”ð’„ð’ð’—ð’†ð’“ ð’šð’ð’–ð’“ð’”ð’†ð’ð’‡ ð’‚ð’ˆð’‚ð’Šð’.” I reckon it…
WTH?! What the hell is wrong with this picture? Triggers come in all shapes and sizes from out…
There are days… The skies crack open, to reveal a faint path to heaven. Or… The earth belches…
