by Kait Mauro
Something I penned today. I'm thinking about starting a new series about my mental health. Just a first draft - criticism and advice are welcome.
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I know this feeling, Kait. Were I given one wish by the genie I expect one day to emerge at last from the empty bottle of Arrogant Bastard Ale I keep next to the English Ivy plant for just such an occasion, I would instruct the mellow fellow to remove guilt from all the decent people in the world. That would be a nice legacy to inscribe upon my tomb, I should think.
I trust you'll feel a tad looser after this damned election. The suspense has been crushing many a rib cage of late. *
I like it the way it is. **
I wouldn't change a thing, Kait.
I know these evil eels.
love the title, dread the feeling
So right. I agree with Gary's descriptions. I get it physically, too. I like it that we are able to share our works online and almost meet one another that way and become writerly kin. I want it always to help us that we read and know. I like your poems! *
Good work. See my poem about electroconvulsive therapy. Maybe we're on similar projects.
Lots of them now. The slimy dogs.