Poetry
Channelling
Free verse poetry

The screen is broken and the wire coat hanger Is not doing the job of a busted ariel. Intermittent fuzzy lines Give way to clarity for a teasing Few Seconds while I settle down Only to launch back to where I sat uncomfortably on a sprained ankle.
This pain now compares slight to the Growing pain of electrical frustration My chest delivers to this bent clothes hanger Through calloused fingertips, Surely this is enough to kick this stupid thing into gear? Stand back, you or I can not predict the outcome.
Thank you, Dr Mehmet Yildiz and the ILLUMINATION-Curated team for giving my words a platform. Thank you all for reading and your precious time. J.
