04-26-2016, 03:56 AM
(04-25-2016, 10:01 PM)Teagan Wrote: That Was ThenTeagan this one is really strong, a poetic death poem.
Predator birds patrol this area, and turkeys
cross the road. But there is no longer music
and certainly not Rachmaninoff in the rapids.
Nothing that I can hear.
I like your profile picture too.
(04-26-2016, 02:22 AM)LunaDeLore Wrote: Found on the kitchen floorI like this one, very atmospheric.
"Write while the heat is in you...The writer who postpones the recording of his thoughts uses an iron which has cooled to burn a hole with." --Henry David Thoreau