It is so still here at this moment, just the sound of my fingers tapping on the keyboard. It won’t be long before the Sunday business begins, so I’m just savoring the moment.
the smartest kid on earth
Where the fire and the rose are one
Wielding the lasso of truth
Essays connecting nature, culture, self
Reviewing films you haven't heard of since 2014
a pilgrimage of the heart
I'll show you mine ...
A Writer's On-Going Search for Just the Right Words
Poems, Stories, Satire & Humor
Rural doctor, mom, writes poems, dance, sing.
Music, melodies, mutterings
Confronting "our rigid refusal to look at ourselves" (James Baldwin)
Reflections and multiplications.
Lonely Gay Rants: Writing My Political Self Out
Travel | Adapt | Walk
HELPING PEOPLE UNDERSTAND ART
1 Family. 6 Languages. 10 Countries. 1 Writer. Always at Home.
Because my mind's a little twisted.
Straddling the Hudson River. One foot in NYC, the other in suburban New Jersey.
Read it! 📖 Spark it! ✨
From another editor: We're all reporters
An adventure in writing
Emotions made poetry
Don't dance to a single beat when you have the ability to create your own ballad. Love, Your Twenties
amy begun saab ~life as i see it. a Vermonter deeply entrenched in Alabama dirt...so i plant flowers.