Transitions
How is it that such a simple thing can become so difficult? We seem to easily move from day to day and moment to moment. Yet in trying to transition…
How is it that such a simple thing can become so difficult? We seem to easily move from day to day and moment to moment. Yet in trying to transition…
I remember how as a child I used to view the world. Although much has faded over time the premise of vision is still there. And even in its innocence…
I think it is worse to tell a writer that you read their work when you did not, rather than to tell them that you did not like it or…
When all else fails I look for the oncoming of clouds. A portent of peace to my mind. Some see the darkness of them as a foreboding of the torrents…