I managed to salvage two poems I consider worth sharing with the world, and then only after the editing equivalent of blitzkrieg. The rest I shall consign to the memory hole.
I'm working on a children's story at the moment, which should be finished in a week or two... or maybe today if I keep drinking coffee! Anyway, I started writing what was supposed to be a two-line aside about a bit character. Something like "He looked a little like this and he was such and … Continue reading Carried Away
Working hands, which never wanted to rest Perennially black with engine oil – Clanking sounds from the garage Or making breakfast and tea – Toast smells early morning