Category: Writing

Asphalt Tide

On the highway The moon sitting atop a distant bridge Slowly pulling us forward On a tide of asphalt Street lights flash past Dashes become one line But the moon never changes

I Wrote a Poem from a Row of Book Spines

A blank stare at the spine of a Cursed Child. Where on The Farm he learned the Art of a Beautiful Game.

Which is Worse, Nonexistence or Simply Existing?

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The death of a former colleague reminds me how inconsequential my life is.

Why You Should Join a Writing Group

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How joining Scribophile made me a better writer and how joining a writing group can help you.

Thank You Bloggers

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Bloggers are awesome.