What tears at our souls comes not from the outer dark, nor from flames below; but borne on black wings of desires from within Like this? chip in for a coffee via Ko-fi
I don't know why or how I started doing this but recently when my energy to work on the novella, novel, or story in progress wanes, I find writing verse fuels my desire to work again. Some days it's just a warm up exercise; other days I don't know what I feel like writing so … Continue reading Poetry as Creative Re-charge
Paths The trees do not betray, though the paths between them diverge, and the way is lost.