Sunday, January 15, 2012

a river of stones #15 January

It’s true, a writer’s life can be lonely, yet, we can fly to any city in the world, put ourselves in a precarious situation, go back in time and change things around, take on a lover in France, write a three word poem or a monstrous novel, and, if things get too dangerous or the lover in France becomes too obnoxious, there’s always the delete button.

How’s your afternoon going?


how still the silhouette

of a bird

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