My nest is rust, it’s sand and dust it’s windblown emptiness, the sage of rheumy eyes. “I’m home again” it’s age of eggs, a yolk turned green. it’s smell, it’s […]
Oh yes.. here is a damn fine poet looking for a musician for their lyrics.
Insights from fast dogs who think deeply
A quiet corner for writers to get inspired one word at a time.
2 years, mental illness, bucketlist
Meditations from the Midwest
Exploring writing and the creative randomness of life. Snapshots of moments.