Slimy fern seeds.
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I’m in a net of formidable fortune.
roar with beautiful intrepid grit.
Old olive oil and telephone chords.
Wrote a little for client, now a little for me. Will be up late tonight finishing drafts, no […]
Thrift store wooden salad tongs from the early 80’s.
If you write quick, slow down. Are you kidding me? What’s the rush? “I’m up against a deadline.” […]
Already busy-busy this morrow. Poems out of the way, and now to client writing…. Have to fit a […]
I write about wine. I dream about beer.
It’s true. I went to Bottle Barn, telling myself I was just going to look around, see what […]