The creative process begins the moment I silence reality.
I don’t like talking about myself. If I tell people who I am, I am far more likely to be misunderstood than if I just show them. _ She could have told me yesterday. She should have told me three weeks ago, or on any one of the chilled January walks, warmed by good conversation […]
Depressed but not defective.
Ever think about all the people you will never get to meet?
Just some experimenting with iambic pentameter.