One day I will write the requisite mother-daughter poem.
Either the one espousing untarnished admiration
or the deeply embittered exposé
or the enduring ambivalence.
Not today.
SpecK is short for Special K. It's not SpecK's way. It's SpecK sway. From the line of one of my poems: All that sway without weakness/ all that strength without rigidity. Thank you for visiting. Let me know what you think! Namaste.
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