Words have secrets, words are codes, Magic in them, still, abodes When you think you know them well Out come stories new to tell In a role call one by one… 140 more words
Sectioned To The Fold
/We’ve lost your voice again/
The Write Side of 50
By BOB SMITH
I’m not much for tchotchkes, but we’ve got a set of ceramic salt-and-pepper shakers that’s close to my heart.
You’ve probably seen them, or some version of them: it’s a married couple, in “Before” and “After”poses. 402 more words
intricate strings of my life
“I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love.
Write a scene between a hospital patient and a doctor trying to diagnose treatment. The catch? The patient is in shock and only able to say one word. 65 more words
‘Let me feast my mind with the dream as day-dreamers are in the habit of feasting themselves when they are walking alone.’
-Plato, The Republic
“I don’t know what I’m doing” runs through my head a thousand times as I stand in front of them, trying to get them to read from the textbook in unison. 451 more words