I write bones. Pins and needles stones. Dust and cactuses Broken strings, Discoloured blood Mismatched jigsaw pieces ...eyes that shed broken glass. An occasional shy rose buds ...but shadowed, it must be once again By my weary, worried bones.
I'm here at last... Basically, I'm going to try to share some of the weirdness that goes on in my head, hoping to avoid that trip to the shrink's couch just a little while longer. And hey, maybe some of you will be entertained in the process! So, here goes. Watch this space!!!