Writers write. (Note to myself.)
Solitude. Breath. An unclenching of ego.
“I know you have lots of great ideas and I PROMISE I want to hear them.”
Outside of a dog, a book is man’s best friend. Inside of a dog it’s too dark to read.” ~ Groucho Marx
“I don’t know what others will think who read this…”
High-speed haiku is sometimes the best.
My lemony boy with the smile so thick like marmalade.
The water IS fine. It’s simply a matter of consciously and calmly getting to its edge.
All her pictures from that period have a warm, soft-porn glow.
Fluttering syllables. Over the curve of the earth. Why not add your words to the song? Come to Tassajara in August!