Rich nutrients are locked away in fallen trees. A treasure awaits release in fallen trees. I harvest corpses: redwood, sycamore, pine, oak. I cobble together tables from fallen trees. Bay windows lined with birch watch the canopy wave. An artificial forest without fallen trees….
As mentioned in a previous post, you have to live to write and (for writers) write to live. The two are inseparable. So, I decided today was and exploration day. I picked a random park here my home and went for a mini-hike. The…
Head lights illuminate the pot marked street. Laurels arch their branches over the road, casting shadows hands cross my field of vision. A murmuration chased by a murder is revealed at the end. The roar of engine mixes with the cries of starlings of…
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