Day 3: National Poetry Month

My Journally prompt today was “Grape Kool-Aid, halfhearted happenstance, and the memory of….” Whatever that means. Here’s what I did with it. Whatever this means. Halfhearted Happenstance Even chaos slacks off on the job from time to time, leaving you to drink your own Kool-Aid, believe the revisionist memories you’ve made up to placate guilts […]