I missed April 30th—sometimes I hit a mental swirl of death, not unlike that horrible grinding of an old laptop that’s on its last leg. It’s these hormones.
Meanwhile, I wrote this one quite a while ago, it was inspired by this simple phrase written by someone else altogether, seen below (click the link in the caption to go to their instagram. Good stuff):
Poetry month may be over but poems go on and on. Maybe we shall try to do one a week? Two? We will see how the wind blows.
I hope that you enjoy the other content as well. I can be a bit long winded, but I think I’m a pretty good read. Everything I write feels like a poem—even when it’s definitely not. It’s a habit, and a good one if you ask me.