Being A Writer : Atmospheric Pressure
Tonight I write the saddest lines. Wait. That’s been said. And, my, Pablo Neruda could say it, couldn’t he? (Shew!) … but there is…
Read MoreTonight I write the saddest lines. Wait. That’s been said. And, my, Pablo Neruda could say it, couldn’t he? (Shew!) … but there is…
Read MoreI come from a family of writers. Preachers who write sermons. Pranksters who crack jokes. Poets who compose verse. Pickers who compose lyrics. Patriarchs…
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