Hidden Lights

So here it is, my poetry,the clobber of transformationthat I cart around with meso I can see things anew,so I can feel the dust moteof inspiration falling,expanding in my head,first into an image,then into a line,a precious linethat tumbles outand leads to anotherand then anotheruntil they are all falling,trailing colours behind themthat mix with myContinue reading “Hidden Lights”