Drawers and Poems

In which the author speaks of creatures and poems.

I have some time on my hands and I am going to open my drawers, which is likely full of cobwebs and dust and creatures made of cobwebs, dust and neglect. I'll deal with those first, then I will make myself a nice cup of coffee and slowly sip at it while I draft my new poem.

Speaking of poems, it’s been a long time since I wrote a mushy love poem.

Ah…Mushy love poems. I just love those.