mypoorwords
a small menagerie of the mind
Welcome, and mind the gate behind you. This is a small private menagerie, kept for the creatures of one ordinary mind — some of them living, some of them only half-tamed, and at least one whose name the keeper can never quite remember. You are free to wander. The animals are used to visitors.
Where the living things are kept — a story, told a morning at a time.
The TerracesOpen to the night air, for whatever the keeper mutters after dark.
The StudyWhere the keeper sits and thinks something through — short essays.
The SalonsIndoors and well lit, where the finished poems are hung.
If something here makes you smile, that was the whole of the intention. There is no other proper way to show a person the inside of one’s own small world.