fire hand slowly burns this fire land into ashes

we are reborn again in the dust of what has gone before

Here, hold my fingers grasp my fire hand tell your story rebuild the world once again

for #ds106

These dark days stretch to boiling, boorish and bubbling, with leaders run amuck

We're stuck at square one, the tour of protest, joined, and answers, required

Democracy benefits from accountability

(a poem built from random ten words for #ds106)

I'm less nub than stub, a graphite ghost of stories and poems. Now imagine the paper, lined and unlined, tiny little spaces where I spent my days, scribbling with abandon in order to write my way into the world, only to disappear, my sharpened point now crystal clear

— for #ds106