Gloomed-up I sat, heart torn by hate;A friend came a-listening, she brought a large solidarity sundae — ice-cream and…
Her magic has pulled me in and held me close, threatening to never let me go, so now I need some magic of my own to fight my way out and…
Two months have flown by and I’ve been regularly distracted by other projects, but here we have it: the next set of readings, and the next set of poems for you to read out loud!
Inspired by Nancy E. Pitts’ One-line Magic Prompt
in your touch(a One-Line Poem response to “Magic”, by Nancy E. Pitts, for Chalkboard)
