Category: writing
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Writer’s tip: if your character is stuck, give them the freedom of verse to sort it out. Or dig themselves a deeper hole. The first touch, electric Years drop to the floor like leaves in the fall My hands remember the feel of loving him I can travel this landscape without a map or guide…
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Squeeze my eyes closed on a fall day, leaves orange and brown and gold, blinding late afternoon sun, suddenly no leaves and all gray, spindly, barren arms twisting toward the glowing light, tangled undergrowth, smelling the earth’s decay spreading under a fallen tree, everything fallen, walking my way back to you in a dream made…
loose threads 