(Fear) I fear the unknown Fear The sounds that don’t care Fear the end of this written song Fear Fear The wood that it may tip over and burn the forest down Fear Always the fear of death Fear That I’m not a nice enough person And man As an American As a man As… Continue reading Unknown for Now
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The Writer Writes, Alone. ( Some pictures of where I typed the past 12 months)
Buy A Book Week. West Vine Press: Summer Travelin’ Book,Vol, 2, by Andrew H. Kuharevicz
Summer Travelin' Book, 81 Adventures in American Writing Vol, 2, by Andrew H. Kuharevicz.
Part one,Ten pages of timeless red Notebook that could be recovered after a Storm
"Now I’m riding the underground trolley back in forth in the Atlanta airport. In the most densely populated airport in America I’m the only one around, well except for night-shift workers, but they’re not on the train. I can imagine the kick that the federal security is having watching me walk around this airport like… Continue reading Part one,Ten pages of timeless red Notebook that could be recovered after a Storm
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
Adventures In American Writing 