Slightly crazy writer and passionate educator for those who struggle
Posted on April 19, 2018
by KJ Eastwick
I drive a quite mudane road to work Straight, long and full of traffic Yet some mornings I just don’t want to stop For mundaness is hidden from view The backyards of hundreds of houses Hidden behind tall concrete fences Are lost, cloaked and…
Category: PoetryTags: commute, mist, Poetry, weather
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In his/her/my own time and space. A Maori word created in 2017