Funny and scarey (:
Should your pen run out of ink, seek out small pieces of chalk, on a wayward traveller’s journey, find shared pavements, and walls, grace them with poetic voice in colours of the temporary moments in a changing world, let them yell, scream, talk, have conversations upon the earth, but above all, always set them free, the words, the thoughts, the lines of spoken words, let them be free, to discover their atmospheres…
YOU KNOW I AM GOING TO HAVE TO REMIX THIS COMMENT,,,LOL, I WILL EMAIL YOU (:
Have fun with the mix..LoL! I’m around intermittently over the next few weeks, working on closing out some outstanding short stories… (:
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Poetry, Prose, and Art
Land of opportunity where everyone is given an opportunity to grow
Poetry, short stories and photography
Writing it out, one blog at a time.
The Poetry and Prose of Johanna Kaye Fugitt
Where the food is written.
Commentary on what interests me, reflecting my personal take on the world
short poems for short attention spans
Among no other things
opening the mind and heart through poetry
Poetry and short stories
Poetry about mental health and being a general basket case.
Staying in bed on Sunday morning
I was going to be "Hold On Till May" or something artsy-fartsy like that, but nooo, that URL was taken.