makes sense to me… re-live a year…
Alright blog family. It is officially on. I shackled myself to a chair in my local bookshop / cafe this morning and got stuck into Poetry: Volume 2. As our daily readers are already up on from my rants along the way, I don't usually re-read my poetry. I write it down. I nod. Sometimes I smile. Sometimes I cry. And then I move onto the next thing. The fact that this collection is presented chronologically makes it a spin out to read. I am...