Flick's Poetry & Thought Field
Tanka: order out of chaos
Lightening strikes, cracks come.
This beautiful life shatters.
Fallout scaters far,
for piecing back together
The Writing Desk
There once was a rich family made up of a father, a mother, and a daughter, called Ella. The father was a busy, but successful, merchant who doted upon his daughter. 1,041 more words
8 hours, 39 minutes
Revealing Bella: Truth Buried by Fiction
March 8, 2011
Awakening to the aroma of that loon using ammonia triggered another lifetime rerun, but with bonus reels.
I saw a glimpse of me walking off of the stage. 1,086 more words
1 day, 13 hours
January 3, 2011
What was I not thinking?
I have set March 1, 2011 to start writing that damn book.
It was under duress, I promise, extreme duress! 312 more words
1 day, 19 hours
December 17, 2010
You know those final seconds prior to actual arrival, yeah, the ones when the car turns onto the driveway, and you are wishing it would turn around, and go back in the direction it came … 2,026 more words
2 days, 14 hours
November 3, 2010
Notes, notes, notes, and more damn notes.
Rémy expects me to write daily notes of what I can remember.
Well I would, but so far I have already written everything I can remember. 681 more words
3 days, 15 hours
into fine pieces
I fell, restless
the furies, their wickedness
made me immobile, useless
in unending sympathy
losing all my vitality… 12 more words