I am again emerging from the Inkpot sabbatical. Since this place has been so quiet I can only assume that everyone must be busy relaxing or putting together furniture. I've been busy writing, playing (laughably) with poetry and other forms that are foreign to me. No YA in other words. Since I've received crap about not sharing previous efforts, I thought I would today--and that should put a stop to the requests. (Warning: Spoiler alert if you haven't watched this past week's Project Runway.)
Limp turquoise palm fronds,
bleak island of gray plastic...
Sad to see you go.