“ A few blossoms float into the room. They drop like frayed yellow ribbons on the gray carpet. ”
Heavy as such things areAfter the wordslide, the writing begins.From Word Quake
~ Eileen Granfors
to split the very sea into ours and theirs. Border at the BeachAnd More White Sheets
pencils racing across paper, a sound I like. Marisol
Aw honey. Today's as important as forever. Grandpa Joe in Shave and a Haircut Flash Warden and Other Stories
