The carapace has cracked though the surface;
where the light bounces from, seems clear, serene.
Lies an undertow of wrongful fire the tumult know
nothing of. 184 more words
Up front and personal, I’m confessing I’m sliding willingly and purposely into a stylistic Never Neverland…. and will speak to the reader, individually and collectively. 876 more words
I’ve got to admit that I’ve seen the written, typeset page go through a myriad of changes in my lifetime! As editors, we originally had to use symbols to show the typesetter how we wanted our words to appear on the page to express emotion or create emphasis. 969 more words