Aimless, waltzing on wind
I am but a seed
Waiting to begin
Grassy expanse beneath
the heartbeat wings
Carrying me
"Let me go, I say"
right here is the
Perfect place
I am but a seed
inside me there
Are plenty
Enough for the world
slowly but surely
I unfold
Behold
I am but a seed
of kindness,
congeniality
Bloom where I am planted
suddenly beauty, joy
a field enchanted
Though I am but one,
spread me like a smile
Good work is never done
Ethical, conscious, intentioned living with Amelia Bartlett.
Taking life day-by-day in the mountains of East Tennessee. I'm making it up as a go along, and this is where I share my journey.
A seedy romance told through the journal entries of a failed actress-turned-prostitute in a brothel fronted by a deli in late 1970s Times Square, known then as ‘The Deuce.’
Experimenting with shorter and shorter works, hell-bent on cultivating narrative minimalist.
Prompt: Write a contemporary scene in which there is an element of fantasy- this may involve a talisman that has magical properties, a person that has magical or supernatural capacities, or a supernatural animal or being.
With help from a special friend, the new kid at daycare goes from outcast to drum major in a fantastic froggy parade.
To earn his place in the pack, a new stray will have to partner with some unlikely allies and pull off an un-bun-lievable heist.
A short story about an ant who realized there were better things he could be doing.
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