Boy, writing is hard. Or maybe all I need is a handful of words. Maybe someday I won’t have to say anything at all.
Boy, writing is hard. Or maybe all I need is a handful of words. Maybe someday I won’t have to say anything at all.
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Over six years ago, the sky turned grey as the season flipped over to Autumn . . .
Sometimes you just have to apply color directly to surfaces in order to pretend they’re not what they seem to be . . .
Time to turn it around, Rob Lobster style.
Me so crabby!
Sucker punches fade;These thawing skeletal shards,the harbingers of rebirth So . . . last night’s post took me forever to write — like eight hours or so, with the constant diversions of doing my job while sitting in the building’s control center. But the real … Continue reading Sumptuous Spring
What happens when you clear out a craft space that has long sat unusued, only to find a finished product that never saw the light of day? Can you say, “freebie”? Sure, I knew that you could!
Wherever you go, there you are . . . even after you’re gone. Tanka Tuesday takes flight after fighting the good fight.
Some days you find yourself completely lost. A few syllables might help get you back on track. Try Haiku Today — it’s even a holiday twofer.