The only option is evolution. I have so much to say, it comes out as nothing. But from the soil of silence grows a primal eruption. I’ll get to that eventually.
Meanwhile, I write these poems:
Red Zone – CTU Publishing (an excerpt from Happy Hour Hallelujah)
Immunization – Dissident Voice
A Kiss of Gold – ELSiEiSY
…and scribble my whole soul away …
…except the sentimental pieces…
17Numa 