Parker

Young writer who is trying her hardest. 
Don't fret I will get better (maybe) 

"The channels of our lives are blocked,
The hand is stopped upon the clock,
No one can say why hearts will break
And marriages are all opaque:
A map of loss, some posted cards,
The living house reduced to shards,
The abstract hell of memory,
The pointlessness of poetry -"
- An Exequy (Peter Porter)

I'm just writing for fun and for a bit of a vent source.