I recently discovered the poetry site I’ve found refuge in for nearly six years is shuttering its doors.
I feel afloat at sea with no oars, in a dinghy with a huge hole in the bottom and no life preserver.
Where am I going to go when the bell tolls 2 am and I can no longer sign on to DUP? No longer see familiar faces and avatars. No longer read poems and stories I’ve come to rely on, to push me through another sleepless night. Share thoughts and jokes with fellow bards.
I know nothing lasts forever but stupidly I figured I would...