no poetry

No poetry. I’ll just write and let the sentences fall where they may.

I’ll stop when I feel a line-break

and I’ll never worry about rhythm or scansion or syntax or rhyming.

I just want to scribble and discover what’s in me that wants to come out.

I’ve no axe to grind other than 

childish irritations and they can have air time

when they show up.


About stilesroad

Retired corporate monkey and speakeasy doorman. I done taught some and whittled some; I sought the divine with a divining rod and got my foot caught in a groundhog entrance - to prostrate self before the mammal gods and, finally, wept for my hawthorn tree and the escape lane opposite.
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