Five A.M, back and forth my mind goes. Words and days and thoughts and time, so much time have I prepared for what I'm about to write for a brief passage of time, now gone, done, drafted, posted. Nothing slows down for me and neither does it for you. We can try to be critical… Continue reading Waiting for another Sunrise. (Fixed Consciousness)
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The Writer Writes, Alone. ( Some pictures of where I typed the past 12 months)
Writing by dead writers, Edna St. Vincent Millay
Apostrophe To Man Edna St. Vincent Millay 22 February 1892 – 19 October 1950 (On reflecting that the world is ready to go to war again) Detestable race, continue to expunge yourself, die out. Breed faster, crowd, encroach, sing hymns, build bombing airplanes; Make speeches, unveil statues, issue bonds, parade; Convert again into explosives the… Continue reading Writing by dead writers, Edna St. Vincent Millay
Last Page of my summer Notebook
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
Starting to form some kind of journalistic itinerary
Starting to form some kind of journalistic itinerary.
Adventures In American Writing 