Would you look at that, I’m finally working on a new poem. After three months of drought, this one sprouted out of nowhere just now — because I believe that’s the way it is with writing, anyway, usually involuntary, for the writer is just a vehicle in order for the poem to write itself.

It’s just 11AM and I have restored order into my private universe, read a bit, and wrote this, on top of it all. Now on to schoolwork. Swamped with work for the next 36 hours, since this week is filled to the brim with deadlines, reports, exams and org activities. Appropriately termed labor of love, ain’t it?


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