I like language, I love words I make them mine and they form cords Words can cherish, words can heal Words can comfort and also steal I collect them, put them away I mash them together like a puree I chop, smell and reorder Pull them apart like there is no … Continue reading Love for words.
Tag: poem
Why k/not?
I like knots I like to un-knot yarn and knot it up againwhile in the processI’m un-nutting me. A knot can be a not but also a nut What not nut would understand my knot? A knot is very stubborn, disabeling A nutty knot can be fun That’s why I keep un-knotting Un-nothing My Life Like … Continue reading Why k/not?