I write like that: in fits and stops. Bits of prose, poetry, and rhyme wind along the road to nowhere. There is no ending, yet. There is just a feeling I must put on paper. This feeling spills from my finger tips, into my notebook or on the screen. Captured. I am crushing it. I […]
Archives for September 2016
The last sip of summer is a lovely phrase that embraces the beautiful reluctance of letting go the final carefree days of summer.