I’m on the cusp of nothing
Hanging on a thread,
Every day seems pregnant
With a certain kind of dread.
Headlines scream, portending
Tales of glee or maybe gloom,
Depending on one’s politics
Seen as bonus or as doom.
So here we stand in limbo
One foot toeing on the ledge,
While the other seeks purchase
Having fallen off the edge.
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Doing the best I can with what I have
kind of sad, but not so bad with cheese. cheese not provided.
My streams of thought meet here
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Short essays about novels and other fictional works
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Just a fiction writer, trying to reach the world.
I'd curtsy but I'm drunk.
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