A sestina, Laurie? A sestina? This flipping, flopping, churning form that reminds me of a taffy pulling machine, constantly pulling and turning inwards? THAT’S what you want us to write today? Fine, fine. I’m FINE. I was not happy. Every day was different, yet the same. The routine that provided securitykept me – us –Continue reading “Poem a Day Challenge #5”
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