Tag Archives: growing up

Table Circle

Laughter in the house tonight: small voices grow large spilling down the race of conversation around the table with its rattling dice cup. All support every roll. Applause abounds. Life will roll on, a collection of memories: sweet, bitter, sour, … Continue reading

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Blank Page

The blank page stares. It knows your weakness, is your weakness. It knows how you felt when you shot that small songbird when you were ten. It knows how you were drawn: smudged charcoal lines, very little ink, almost no … Continue reading

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