Rain tap, tap, taps on our tin box roof, like a typewriter rhythmically transcribing today’s lesson “Erect postures, elbows at ninety degrees, fingers poised, ready,
Tag: typing class
Rain tap, tap, taps on our tin box roof, like a typewriter rhythmically transcribing today’s lesson “Erect postures, elbows at ninety degrees, fingers poised, ready,
Lauren writes too much
Writing made awesome!
let your brush EXPRESS
Sharing My Journey of Faith
Poems, Pure Reflections
-daya bhat-
Fairy Tales, Micropoems, and Images by Peter Ellis
Focusing on the beauty. Zooming in on love.
Slow, raw and chaotic. A personal account.
books, writing, farm, travel, family, coffee, outdoors
"Surely there is a future, and your hope will not be cut off." Prov. 23:18
Throwing my soul into the cosmos.
Never placed, but who’s counting?
Verse from an adverse mind.
