Grab a glob of literary playdough. Plunge into metaphorical fingerpaint. Explore. Discover. Reconnect with the joy of writing. Let's play!
Friday, September 23, 2016
cool as cotton sheets in summer,
her smooth fingers dancing
with acrobat grace through nested hair
to leave behind a trail
of tightly braided rows,
"Hush now, hush now.
It's all the ashes of a burnt up day."