Always move. I keep it all
Art
Period sentence End – my grave. The police car. They claim. That’s it. Call.
They pose no choices I don’t need their say ever Reshaped today, crazed
COVID days…
3pm No more accepting regularity. Rather, disruption. That’s where there’s story.
On the page.
Pensive, tranquil, textural and capturing.
Forever part of my story and character composition.
The kids and what they’ll see, experience… how they’ll later reflect. Making myself calm down, not be annoyed […]