|London Open Mic Poetry Archive
Linda and I were both feeling down as we stood on the balcony looking out at the city. We talked about maybe going out somewhere tomorrow. It might cheer us up. "It's as if we were all dropped down here out of the sky," she said, "with just our brains and our hands and nothing else. We either make things happen for ourselves or we don't." Yes. That's it. We looked out there. The city was humming away.
Organizer of London Open Mic Poetry. former support worker for people with autism and developmental disabilities. former farm boy, former adventurer, former florist.