A space opened up in my head after attending a play by Daisy Campbell about her father, Ken Campbell. The space elbowed aside all my normal work/angst/doubt/control. Something happened that night and things will never be the same again. Now I have words, escaping and I feel I have to write them down.
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LarsResart
Jun 18, 2019 08:05AM
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Stories by Lars Resärt
I Don't Like Haiku
Oblique take on the form
Productivity Hacks From a Business...
A poem about exhortations to work more
Murmuration of Words
Running around my head - they had to escape somehow.