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The Windmill

A white windmill rose into the immense black clouds that always hovered above the wheatfields. It was taller than most windmills, almost a tower in its own right, and it was here that the old man lived with his son. 370 more words

Spain, pine forests and cycling: a short introduction

I’m a subject of Her Majesty the Queen, currently residing in the southernmost region of Spain. I’ve grown very accustomed to the smell of pine, cheap coffee stops, long winding descents and solitude.¬† 9 more words



He writes forever
of the clouds leaving / no rain
The sound of one hand


Favorite Spots from the Year #5: Cape Flattery

From the¬†northwesternmost point of the contiguous United States…

Cape Flattery, in Washington State

Come to the edge.
– We might fall.
Come to the edge. 20 more words



NaPoWriMo April 25. Without Prompt.


Eyes droop heavy
tear salt encrusted lashes
stare forward unseeing.

Throat gags trying to escape
the cloying flower scent… 41 more words

NaPoWriMo 2015

In the Dark

Sitting in the dark,

will do little good,

either literally,

or metaphorically.

In a dark room,

the eyes struggle,

there is no visual,


In a darkened mind, 17 more words


M V Blake reblogged this on MV Blake and commented:

Awesome and thought provoking.