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.
Exploring writing and the creative randomness of life. Snapshots of moments.
Random observations about writing, photography, travel, and life
Writer of children's literature, short stories and poetry
Let us make an exchange - I provide stories, you enjoy them.
for the not so word shy
reflections, ponderings, daydreams, musings