Freeform poetry-prose on the grifting of UnAmerica…

Free flowing words on bones and tings…

Poetry that makes no sense to you might make sense to me…

A rant about the revolution, and capitalism ruining everything.

A strange flow of words inspired by the insanity of living in the Divided States.

poems of frustration with the world of social media.

an old hall full of history and ancient radiators

Considering the mess that is present day, and wondering if we have slipped timelines.

A frozen farm claims it’s residents forever.

What words express the hitchhikers fear?

Our little black cat Boris got himself in a pickle, and the emotions felt at the Vet were noteworthy.

Writing keeps me sane against the fury of being a human.

Sometimes I feel the colour of a flower is worth immersing myself in.

Anxiety affects all of us in different ways.

Poetry is not dead, but capitalism is on it’s way.

Where else can I share these words that burn me up inside?

Sometimes what I write doesn’t make sense and sometimes it does. Can you relate?

Rage against the dying of the light.