It's Thursday, it's September, this is Dora Reads, and CWU is back back back! So let's get some comics-y superhero-y goodness!
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It's Thursday, it's September, this is Dora Reads, and CWU is back back back! So let's get some comics-y superhero-y goodness!
Warning: brief mentions of mental health problems
August.
...August actually wasn't that bad.
Which is freaking awesome as far as I'm concerned!
(In case you don't know: my 2023 has sucked.)
I mean, my mental health hasn't been brilliant - but so much better than in July - and I had a migraine which is really not fun.
But honestly given what this year has been like, and that my migraines are linked to changes in stress levels, it's really not surprising.
Yes, you read the post title correctly - this is the Micropoetry wrap-up for May and June.
Yes, you are correct - it is August.
Why am I so late with this?
A combination of 'haven't got around to it,' and 'just plain forgot.' (Sorry! 😅 )
The first one is written in my accent/dialect, because that's the way it was rattling around my head, so that's the way it got posted.
...It was the only way to stop it from going round and round in my head, OK?
I don't think it's that incomprehensible but then... it's also how I talk. So... *shrugs*
(And yes, I do say 'aye' to mean 'yes' sometimes in regular conversation. Many people here do. #NowYaKnow)
Here we are then, May and June's micropoetry:
As always, for those using screen-readers, the poetry will be in the alt-text of the graphics with / marks for line-spaces.
Warning: this post briefly discusses Depression
July. Ugh.
Well... let's look at the positives.
Once again, nobody in my life - either human or animal - died, almost died, or had a life-changing diagnosis.
Which is a low bar for a win, but that's the bar that I have - so it's a win.
Honestly, I have no idea. This is one of those posts that just kind of... happened. 😅
General Content Warning for... I don't know. The state of the world? You'll see.
It can feel like you're shouting at the clouds, with the world burning down all around you.
...Who made the world this way, do you know?
Because all we're doing is fighting within systems in systems in systems - and all it does is benefit those few at the top, who've always been well off.
The only division that should matter is between love and hate - and there is a right answer (hint: it's not hate.)
I don't understand how the world can be so beautiful and wonderful and yet...
And yet.
'The crew stared at him, and at Lucius behind him who was gesturing emphatically at the leather pants.'
This fic made me laugh - and I think we could all do with that, yeah?
(Well, it's what we're getting!)