Poetry Ptuesdy: The Crazy Woman by Gwendolyn Brooks

I shall not sing a May song. A May song should be gay. I’ll wait until November And sing a song of gray. I’ll wait until November. That is the time for me. I’ll go out in the frosty dark

Dear Body

Dear Body

This post is brought to you by, having a think in the bath over a chat with a friend. Dear Parts, thank you all for being here today. Dear Body, thank you for being here and being healthy. I didn’t