Semi-Daily Scribbles

Benny showed me how to concoct a remedy to take back my life. I'd grown withdrawn and *bunchy because I gave away my power to someone else's dream. Benny could tell by the copious notes I scribbled in my book I hadn't a clue how to steer my boat.

"You seem like the sort who'll stick around," he said. "Don't stay long."

spirit freestyles
she throws out random
words
that create pretty
sentences
in the hope that
you pick an
image
to which you
cleave
as one would a
rope

a lie is a lie
no matter how much gilt
it hides behind

*as opposed to springy