Meanderings

Why I Used to Write

I think I used to write to see if I could – to see if I had a voice or sounded any different from my peers.  In short I suppose: to see what I could come up with. The first time I wrote, or really felt the power of the written word was as a…

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I’m Languishing

I’m languishing.  Under what strain I can’t say – I don’t know.  Standing before a horizon as open as it is uncertain – full of possibilities and opportunities.  Yet I’m languishing, or I feel as if I am. Miserly loves company – but I can’t say that anyone would want to come here, to hear…

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