Creativity is like a deep well, and as long as you keep it nourished, its waters will be there for you.
During this time of self-isolation, I realized I need creative time to play and get away from screens. So, this series of poetic interventions into my day, via my fridge haha (thanks magnetic poetry!) is meant as a creative outlet.
Here's the first poem. But technically this is Day 9 of self-isolation.
slather language here miscreant missives
a system for fecund ennui
(N is for Neville who died of ennui - Edward Gorey)