Lost words

Take the pieces of your day, wrap it in cotton, saturate it with rubbing alcohol and set it on fire. I offer you the mind of one who suffers with dementia. Follow me as I follow my mother’s journey into this insipid disease so when your turn comes, you will know.   “Lost words” Judge … Continue reading Lost words

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Adrift

“Adrift” I can only reach but a hand below the blue into storm or calm, and where the wind splashes my name, I answer. Prompt is taken from Poets United: Today's prompt #108 is Compass.