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I like to write when I get my hair done. Weird? Maybe. But there is something about plunking down in a chair, watching creative folks bustle around clients in an artful modern dance of sorts. It gets me in a writing mood, and I almost always crank out a poem while my grays go bye-bye. Sometimes I remember and post what I've written straight away, and sometimes I come across these musings while tapping into the notes section of my iPhone to add to my story ideas list. This is what happened today. Read on for the result.


I crawled. I walked. I ran.
Sequential events, like this,
Happening over time
Molding the here and now;
This world we know it,
A single thread in a vast universe
We struggle to understand