Not exactly between\ rocks and hard places\ I sit at the edge,\ on the fence.
Write
What I’ve written, fiction and non-fiction.
wonderland
We drive by wonderland every second weekend.
between winter and spring
It's in the air the scent of soil fresh from the thaw.
I’d rather be sleeping
I’d rather be sleeping
grasp
Joints ache...
Captivating
Your love captivates.
no time
It finally arrived
March 2018 Update
Does anyone have tips for managing your multiple projects? Architecture or not.
river choice
What has me so lost?
another thought
It tickles the lobes, teases time and space, crossing boundaries of wish and reality repeatedly.
mixed bouquet
Did I forget to say I love you?
I don’t feel super
I don’t feel super today.
breaking point
Has it gotten so bad?
distraction
I write, because the words overwhelm.
sing to me
Teach me the words to the song you now sing.
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