This is where my thoughts pool as a reservoir of miscellany and peculiarity. It's actually not my brain that's dripping -- it's my soul that's leaking.
It's really no big deal.
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
more poetry by Gillian Prew
I suppose we all eventually discover a few poets whose work speaks to us in a special manner. Poems that open up harmonious dimensions in the space of our peculiar selves.
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