I wrote a poem a couple of years ago about how I use freeverse like a ‘little black dress’ to to conceal the fact that my writing gets as much attention as I give anything else outside the realm of being a functioning adult with human relationships, kids, a job, animals, and well, twitter (that is, not a whole lot). All managed with a borderline adulterous relationship with some form of caffeine.

I finished this poem with this;

” Free-verse for every stanza unwritten,

So this time does not fade into the forgotten.”

OK. Thoughts on the bus and in the shower, ideas that lose their steam, memories and conversations I would like to keep —  I’ve given you your stage.