He waited for his son to wake, with coffee. He couldn’t sip yet. Still with such smolder.. light […]
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My Sunday my beat my music my LIFE– the poetry precipitates to my aorta’s hum. The midday mocha […]
in the home office writing about wine, wine stories and wine visions, tasting today at a Healdsburg tasting […]
Finally find myself freewriting, writing freely, free in my morning writing, starting the types at 9:12– writing for […]
Meeting with client, then what. Writing, whole day to self. May do short run, but the writer needs […]
charging me as he always does and sending a draft, of one paragraph, to client 2, by email. […]
…and one of them saying “I’ve been here fifteen years, you don’t need to tell me that,” speaking […]
Now I get to freewrite– Immerse myself in Creative irresponsibility, and log what I know as of today, […]
Again, delivered by dark reaches and suggestion– towering chocolate, symphonic spice, and an argumentation to its pervasive balance […]
late, 11:37 with nightcap, listening to Delilah by Hutcherson. Relaxing, and something that Mom said to me tonight […]