Description
I have trouble with being succinct, or rather lack being succinct at all. Poetry doesn't come naturally to me, not usually anyway. In fact, I'd rather indulge myself in writing a novel, but there are thoughts in my head and feelings in my heart that can neither be explained in a brief soliloquy or expanded into an unnecessary number of chapters. This is the middle, and so I shall write about the figurative yet literal things that travel around my being along with my blood, incoherent though effusive, I will explore the limits of my verbosity - if any. (cover art credit to: Claudia Deneault Robillard / tomatodust on tumblr) 25/01/2018 - first ranking at #978 in Poetry!!! 04/02/2018 - ooh honey we gettin there #681 in Poetry 05/02/2018 - :))) #438 in Poetry
the ingredients needed to be significant.
