a time to grieve; a time to dance

Have you ever found a glistening coin on the bed of a flowing stream? You point at it but your friend isn't quite able to see it. Or maybe your friend is pointing at something at a short distance and, for all your neck-craning, you can't quite see what it is.

This blog is exactly that. This is me pointing at something that I know is there and hope you'd see, too. Whether it's at a golden mask at the bottom of the well or an eagle soaring high in the sky, I wish you Happy Looking!

26 June 2016

Writing practice. Screwdriver. 90 seconds

SCREWDRIVER. I wanna screw you, taxi driver. How hot you are, dark skin, playful smoky voice, playful, jovial free spirit that has roamed the city limits. I want to have sex with you here. Had I known that your jokes were flirty references, that you were giving me permission to unzip your pants, that they were signals for me I would have asked you to park in a dark corner and

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