What a great few days seeing some old friends, their children, walking into their life after so many years, meeting their new friends, making new arcs and families. What great people I know. I'm proud of the adults they've transformed into. Searching, walking, growing, picking up where time left off, and I wish I lived… Continue reading Last Page of my summer Notebook
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(B)
(B). The first writing I posted. Where the adventure started. ha! I mean picked up. Thats my sword, an old letter opener. I also have pens that I call knifes. ha. anyway...read where I started bleeding my art, my friend, my foe, my teacher, my eyes, my fiction and kinda fiction, dreams and mares, my… Continue reading (B)
He’s dead. (I think)
Who's there? Nobody. Just my thoughts. WAKE UP. Ok, I'm up. Stretch, some toast and oats and milk, and standing, writing, and WAKE UP. I'm up. What time is it? It's right now. What's the score? Huh? How do you feel? My back hurts from so many days sitting down. Alive? Yes, I guess. … Continue reading He’s dead. (I think)
Just Part of my Adventure: Desperation
Desperation has been said to be the fuel for the poet. Words, and in the end, everything that I say will have been said before. Fiction, I need to get back to my fiction, but the world these days doesn't allow me time to write and just love, I miss love. Desperation, and I try to… Continue reading Just Part of my Adventure: Desperation
Starting to form some kind of journalistic itinerary
Starting to form some kind of journalistic itinerary.
Adventures In American Writing 