This month my poem, Dandelion Fluff, is published in The Fat Damsel Issue 9.
I wrote this one a couple of years back, and it had been abandoned in my journal, not even typed up, until I rediscovered it recently. Perhaps this was a subconscious move on my part, for it’s reflective of my state of mind at the moment: away with the fairies, to be precise! I have been floating through the weeks of late and functioning on a basic level: eating, going to work, eating, sleeping and in between – zoning out. Is this life? I’d call it existence.
When the rudimentary needs are being met and not much more, then maybe an empty head is nothing other than a dandelion spore.