A small essay I wrote not long ago is live at the Camroc Press Review.
It was originally posted here as Lost and Found, but it now has a new home. I couldn’t be happier.
A small essay I wrote not long ago is live at the Camroc Press Review.
It was originally posted here as Lost and Found, but it now has a new home. I couldn’t be happier.
I am participating in A River of Stones this month. The idea of the exercise is to develop close observation and capture what is seen in a few short sentences, a poem, a haiku, or simply a short piece of loose form. To join click on their logo to the right of this post.
Here is my first:
After the rains…
a traffic jam of mud puddles on the road, reflecting the jungle overhead.
And, a patch of blue.
Today is the last day of a week-long writing workshop at The Muse Online Writers Conference, the only free writer’s conference of its kind.
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