Dizzying heat, stifled kitchen
Cleaning out cupboards, getting paper cuts
Sipping on splendid cups of tea, saving me
Brewing headache, tin-can mess
Hidden treasures, buried
in cupboard darkness deep
Heaving wooden box, stood on its side
Let it breathe, leaver the door open wide,
Clear it out, turn the tide.
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With Love: A Collection of Works
PoetryA Collection of different writing medias I've experimented with, from prose, poetry and song lyrics to (very) Short Stories & 'Articles.' Some of these will be new pieces for this book, others I may have written a few years ago and just never had a...
