If I were in charge of the world, tiny scribbled notes would be left under pillows, just fragments of poems in the middle of the night, like a poetry tooth fairy, swapping poems for pain.
A prose poem from the starting prompt ‘If I were in charge of the world..’
The gift of just the right words at just the right time. Thoughts on claiming your space as an artist.
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