
Part of my poetry and reflections project, Margins of the First Draft — What? This is scandalous.
11. He made her a Feral cat
Oh
He makes me go feral,
Look at me.
A kitten,
A lioness,
A fly,
A wolf,
A sheep,
A lady choking on butterflies.
Poetry on the Margins #11 Writers block, or not?
Why did I stop writing poetry?
This one is actually really good.
I always thought it was because poetry made me feel naked.
Humiliated.
I felt like I was standing butt naked
in front of a crowd with all the lights on me.
To create, perhaps, is to be a bit
exposed?!?!
And perhaps there is a correlation between a naked woman
and poetry.
After all,
I am
slightly
scandalous.
And I can leave a grown man tongue-tied
if I want to too.

There's more of my work:
If you like short stories I have them scooped up into one category (including the six-sentence stories).
The Nervous Poet at the SSC&B can be followed here.
There is also poetry.
More personal entries can be found at the Blog.
There's also the IT studies blog in Estonian and "Chaos in Spring" on YouTube, Spotify and other streaming services.

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