My mother sent me a King Cake!!! Oh the joys of yummy goodness! I think my friends have concluded that I’ve lost my mind,
– The rain spatters on the road. I can hear it from the bed as it coerces me from slumber.
It begins with the dream. The writer thinks to himself, “I think I would like to write a novel.” The
Quickie! Been writing a lot more lately, in more ways than one. Sometimes I forget. It can take something catastrophic
The sun would be our guide but day turned into night. How long has it been
Please don’t patronize me with Old village phrases and Expressions of the passing of Time Reading your face proves impossible
Words are falling all around me But yet I cannot pick out the right ones To tell you how I