
Mind Sprocket gives voice to simple and honest perspectives. We publish thoughts and experiences on our world. We tell stories.

She doesn’t smile much, that woman. Eyes averted, she is the lone bird left to perch on an iron-wrought fence on a foggy, winter morning.
I have been turned to stone.
My movements are slow,
Thought is slow.
An inch goes unnoticed,
And I cannot scream out.