I was just going through some of my earlier poems and discovered this one, from my first published collection Trash Picker on Mars.* It reminds me of my early days as a writer when in my rush to fill the page with words I did not always take the time to find exactly the right […]
One day, I sat in a dentist’s waiting room, hopeless staring at the blank page of my journal when out of the void words started to appear … Here’s their story. Watch here
There once was a stubborn old pangolin who insisted on playing the mandolin. Some critics called it noise. Some claimed it destroys the ozone, so bad it’s a mortal sin. Follow more of my short poems on Instagram (genetwaronitepoetry).
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Poets are now using Instagram more than ever to reach out to their readers, so I thought I might give it a try. So you can now follow more of my work here https://www.instagram.com/genetwaronitepoetry/ Hope to see you soon. Your comments, questions, and feedback are always welcome. Like all art, poetry is a two-way street,