I think I am going to post my last poem even though I really dislike it.. Perhaps it will grow on me. Why have I suddenly started writing poems with such short lines? Stray Signals night tomorrow, Floetics the day after.. You wait aeons to perform and then they all come at once.
I have started writing something autobiographical. It reflects my stumbly memory. I might post sections, at least, up here?
I am also considering entering another creative writing competition, but I'm not sure that I could ever be inspired by 'sport and sporting challenge' - I expect I could if I twisted it enough.. But then I doubt they'd like me very much. How dare you laugh at our games, child! Do you not know that this is an international event of the most dire importance? Back to the woods with you!
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