o hllo thr, i'm in bnff & am wrting wth 1 hand ths yr... I slippd on gravel runng 2 my studio in th wudz, conkd my head, concussed myslf, brk left hand!!! & fnd it ironic that Id hang wth th army for yrs, fly 2 A'stan, survive rocket attk, brken heart, only 2 get injred @th artist colony!
still, I shll prvail... bear wth me & my hphazrd splling... Im in, I shll soldier on as poets must, our wrk is our air, our food...
this is just a bump on th road, no May Day call....lookng frwrd
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Oh, Ms Steel ... so you go to war but get your brain injuries slippin' in the tub? Well, I'm glad you have one good hand!! (Meanwhile..I thought you were in England this whole time)
I too had a concussion last year, it wasn't fun, i still feel it a bit, so I'm sorry to hear of your slip & fallage! :( & the arm thing!
Well, even your introduction was pretty poetic and cool, I think you have a new from & genre all tied up. Concussion/temporary disability poetry, why not?
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