So we are now 50 posts old. Writing this as i listen to Pharoah Sanders go wonderfully and gently mad, his jazz deviance connecting perfectly with my fragile cool state of mind. Want to use this opportunity to take you by the hand gentle reader and re-show you a poem or four that (I believe) need perhaps a tiny bit more attention. (mainly because they were posted at ‘difficult’ times of the 24 hour cycle, something i am getting better at not doing)

Otherwise, its damn good to be here, writing, writing, fighting , fighting against the turbulence and the constant chatter of the so called ‘real world’

its been a harsh hectic year, but this place and the readers here, saved me.

check these out

The evening would catch its breath sometimes i get sad serenity right

Two Gloriously Romantic Idiots Arguing (And Making Out) this piece is all jitters and jangles I like that

I love you, but you make me nervous a story boiled down to just the essence of things

Deb, an hour after the party finished and finally my 1st ever post here and a personal fave

Also please do check out the OTHER poets living in the EverythingYouInventIsTrue section