‘Twas a stormy night in North Texas with country dwellers fast asleep, and one lonesome writer… The Fellowship of the Ring The bonds of humanity have me flummoxed. I’m almost a completely analytical person, but I was raised in a home where magic was possible, dreams were attainable, and you could do anything you set... Continue Reading →
On Writing Blocks and Universal Blocks
The real and short of it is that no one, and I mean no one, on this earth is completely and consistently at peak performance one hundred percent of the time. However, this facet of life leaves an unsavory taste in my mouth. For those of us whose lives are made less mundane by creation,... Continue Reading →
Bleak eyed pockmarked and grey, all grey, Boldness is not plucked from inside of a shell, Warm, soft and plush delicately poised at the ready, The dialogue read not a verse in its finality, Bleat, in concession to the figure with a scythe, The gaze, a desert of a timeless sea born despite the doubt,... Continue Reading →
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