I think writing is like ballroom dancing: the more you do it, the more graceful, effortless, and beautiful it can become. This is my place to come and trip over my own two feet while I learn to foxtrot. Or possibly Latin Hustle.
This is a page for my thoughts, ramblings, musings, and imaginings in the meantime.
Please - leave a comment- a reaction, a criticism, a suggestion, a review, whatever. I live for that stuff.
Wednesday, January 31, 2018
TEMPEST
Today I stood at the top of a hill
and watched the snow fall around me
from left to right.
The wind, which blew from all directions
wasn't wind, but a sound effect.
And I felt like Shakespeare's Prospero.
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