Last spring, I was biking to Feringasee through fields of rapeseed and wrote a poem. Scribbled it down quickly at the offensive lake and then tumbled it a few weeks until it was smooth as a river stone. Today, I’m pleased to announce that it was published on Spillwords. I’m overjoyed to see this poem spread a wider ripple. This one really unleashes my pent-up feelings about the lockdowns here in Germany and attempts to capture the every-changing emotions of civil unrest.
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
Crikey I bet you’re incredibly big-headed today! Your poor family…
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Ha! Pop, there’s goes that balloon. All hot air anyways. 😉
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Congratulations and well deserved!
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congrats
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Thank you, kindly.
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Congratulations! 🎊
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Thank you. (I try to be impartial, but this poem is a fav).
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spikey and gritty: rebellion is festering and breaking out here in Oz too —
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Never takes long for the deck of cards to rise up against the nonsensical painting of the roses red. Most things feel topsy turvy now. Social vertigo, even.
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It’s a great poem. I think John’s choice of the word “gritty” is apt. So much packed in! Images, three to a line. Congratulations!! As Hobbo said, well deserved!
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