Daily Archives: April 17, 2022
(on DogMa) :: I jump through hoops,shoot for moon. Have a cowor two. Spoon-feed myself fear. And here she is, laughing. Loving meanyway, as if to say, Hey – (diddle, diddle) it’s all gonna be okay. :: Written for day 17 of NaPoWriMo.
We’re all mad here. – The Cheshire Cat Are you still mad?…Of course you are…– Alanis Morissette :: the moon is drunk again on her own borrowed power and i am weary of her wax. perhaps i shall form wings and whirl them to … Continue reading
This is just to say that I am all out of patience (and love) today for both plums and poems. In fact,I didn’t just hate these wordsI wrote;I ate ’em. ::In April we poem.