in my paper journal instead - to
get these words out of my head.
I am lost. I am confused.
Fumbling through the wreckage -
I am all the elements of a disaster.
I may be cold but I'm not dead.
There is a letter on my desk that I want to reply to but I haven't been in a mindset for writing lately and I feel like I should be in a good one…
There is a community on LJ called ' I Eat Poetry' (great poets) and it is (or was) wonderful. In my earlier years of posting regularly in my LJ, I…