He left early, but the darkness followed him home. His feet were heavier than his lungs, Balance was not his friend that night. And Fate was not either. He stumbled across two others, both hairy, both with black eyes. One was chained, but she was innocent. Undeserved freedom belonged to the other. A dull bulb … Continue reading Drunk Poets Society – A Narrative Poem.
After talking for a while, trying to decide which of the three of us would post first and what it would be. We decided that the best thing to do was for the first post to be a joint effort and as it's still technically January we thought we'd share our new year's resolutions with everyone. So sit comfortably, dust off your reading glasses on, grab a brew and enjoy.