Amateur scribbler of words.
A little Form Poetry, a little Prosody, a smattering of freeverse, a whole mountain of emotion.
You're the reason for these tears.
"You're the reason for these tears” was all that was written on the postcard Laura Rogers found behind the radiator in the bedroom. The picture on the front was of raindrops on a piece of glass, a window, she supposed. She carried the postcard through her apartment to the kitchen where she switched on the kettle to make a cup of tea. Coffee was out these days, it made her too anxious and jittery. She placed the postcard on the counter and picked up the newspaper she had bought in the corner shop when she was buying soya milk, sugar and loose tea that morning. ‘Subway Suicides - A leap too far?’ was the headline. "Why is there never any good news?" Laura mused and dropped the paper on top of the postcard as the kettle began to whistle.