Memory is a miracle an that we forget. I forgive, I forget. It’s the pleasure of the past that fuses the future. An I’ve wrote it out. We’ve been beaten but we stand. Deceit, It’s dangerous. Have it out now don’t bring down the world. Go write it out. Still I fight, my conscience clear.Continue reading “Go Write It Out”
I’ll write when the sun is at rage. Commit when the dark hours cage. I chase words not recognition, the craft seizes me free to flow. We like blue tits playing kiss-chase in the hedgrow. I put down not for he,thee,nor she. I write not even for me.