a random collection of thoughts and writings from the depths of my consciousness, spread out on a page for the enjoyment and contemplation of... well, me. Many of my pieces are the result of Magnetic Poetry.
Friday, 23 May 2008
Inside me ideas bounce like a box of hungry pups. I can smell food, but it is still beyond my reach. So many times I start to write, but not beyond a few words, a scrap at a time, and still my tummy rumbles.