Guess what I did today. Tell me what you see and now? now is just a guess too small, far away. look straight ahead now now right, left, up, and now down now the other side. in a darkened room … Continue reading →
My tradition is to write an eve of April poem so here it goes. Maureen over at NaPoWriMo headquarters suggested a play on Emily Dickinson so that was a nice launching prompt. So without further ado: hope it’s a forever … Continue reading →
To live a creative life, we must lose our fear of being wrong. — Joseph Chilton Pearce Continue reading →
A pile of rocks ceases to be a rock when somebody contemplates it with the idea of a cathedral in mind.
