Making letters

Muse, come to this blankness and take my unrequited offer to hold and stroke your shape to form. Rest here where fingertips may take their pleasured time with you. Today we have all day until 6pm when I’m due out. Muse, come in and be a while. My page is yours. — The poem above

Gone are the cars

A short story, written in one sitting this afternoon (and I confess, not yet thoroughly proofed). This post is offered in the spirit of completion energy and is inspired by my current read, Jurgen Wolff’s “Your Creative Writing Masterclass” (Nicholas Brealey, 2012). The poem weaves together last night’s dream, some thoughts spurred by Earth Day and