NaPoWriMo 26 (stolen clouds)

remove the clouds from the sky. turn them into gold then bring them back to me. (if it's what you want) you're too whimsical sometimes. so i climb, change my mind a dozen times. attempt to collect the clouds - they slip, sandlike through my fingers. suppose they fell to earth: would they shatter -… Continue reading NaPoWriMo 26 (stolen clouds)

Scholarly Nature

Monday = daily prompt day. What's life without whimsy, after all? So, yeah, learning style. I'm a dyed-in-the-wool reader, solitary as solitary. I learn by the written word. Photos or pictures work too, kind of: with words, I can untangle the hell out of them. If there's a difficult sentence staring up at me, I… Continue reading Scholarly Nature