It’s only in the urgency of another misfortune, another stress, that I feel I can truly rest, no longer waiting in dread for whatever comes next
Author’s note: since micropoetry is super-short, I’d very much appreciate it if you could hang around the page to let the algorithm know I don’t suck 🙏
Queer, weird, & a tad peculiar. Bookish rebel. Writer, poet, (book) blogger @ dorareads.co.uk . Welsh as a tractor on the M4. Buy me a coffee @ ko-fi.com/ceearr