Ode to my mythical thousand followers. I am not a guru, and we all take turns to lead. A poem, kind of.
On shelves and hooks it hangs and hovers/ always verging on too much/ and next year and every year/there will be more of such and such/ and more. More stuff.
"Old" is a word that daily grows more vague and more distasteful for the semi-old.
Grannies can do almost anything. But it will take more than one granny to fix the Earth.
Poem about a dress that went on a trip.