Needed one. And that’s just what a writer did.
Work. What some would say defines us. I don’t. I define and re-define conveniently my efforts, my identity. […]
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One of my characters littering his studio floor with sheets of short verses and poems, some haiku streams […]
Last night not opening anything resplendent. Just taking the rest of the Cabernet I opened night prior. And, […]
Earlier than I have been, possibly ever. Iced coffee, day 2 no mocha. 07:46. Detaching self from any […]