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: Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...