So. April's finally over. And now I feel a little relieved, and at the same time completely rudderless without a daily prompt to work with. Like I'm on my own again. I can't promise I will write everyday or post them here, but I definitely will try to work it into my routine.
This month really made me feel like a poet--even though some of the things I wrote are not necessarily poems--because we are what we do, day in, day out.