two and a half years of stress. settled. poetry as space opens in the recesses of my mind my back decides it’s time to give my ass a rest. releases the muscles. relaxes. i can bend and flex in new and interesting ways. thinking of things i haven’t pondered in years. possibilites re-emerge. Share this: Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...