Worry When the sun shines, there’s a green-faced troll sitting on a rock. He scowls and growls and glares at me. Skin prickles and I know he’s looking and reaching… twisted fingers for me. Sticky orange eyes, like see-through scabs, promise pain and misery. So, I am surprised that when I do talk to my […]
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Don’t worry, write a poem…
Sometimes you’ve got things to worry about and other times you worry even when there’s nothing much to worry about. It doesn’t make much difference in the end. My advice: Stop worrying and write a poem. Worry is a big black bird. It spends its hours on a wire. Waiting. And then at the slightest, […]