Looking for an editor? October 26, 2017. Another week, another poetry class. The shape is almost more amazing than the color. How silently this clay sinks. Into the soft arms of the earth. How easily these ashes dissolve. Without fanfare, without effort. We return, as a leaf settles. Into trembling grass, as snow. Vanishes on the drifted bank.

The Third Place of Dee Martin. I have been so dismayed at how mean and badly behaved we humans are. Most of the feeling came from reading things people wrote or shared on Facebook. Last night my husband and I went to a concert at a local venue. This entry was posted in Personal. Mist rises from the pond. The coolness of night remains and as. Wisps reach for the sun.

Thursday, May 26, 2016. Sunday Scribblings 2 - Prompt 126 Despair. 50 hot dog with a Dr. Pepper with very little ice.

I Hid My Eyes Behind Your Sofa. If the desire to write is not accompanied by actual writing,. Then the desire is not to write. Thursday, March 01, 2018. The chief danger of a famous place is not the danger of it, but the degree in which it can only disappoint you. 8220;I told you the world could only disappoint you.

Art, writing, a bit of tango on the side. Ah, life is good. Saturday, December 12, 2009. It has been interesting, and quite fun sharing my tango adventures with people. Wednesday, October 28, 2009. That gave me a broad base to choose from when I started to cre.

Blackbirds, Mockingbird, Under the Empyrean Sky, Blue Blazes, Double Dead, Bait Dog,. Writing about games and pop culture. Holy Shit, Free Stories.

I will be a published writer. Write out of love; write out of instinct; write out of reason. I am a piece of popcorn. I have been exploded, and it was the most horrific and painful thing imaginable. My guts are on the outside! I am unrecognizable to those with whom I used to congregate. Sometimes I am not even sure I survived the blast at all! And now you desire me? Fuck you.