Hi, Ronovan, Here’s my Haiku Friday Offerings – Touch & Wrong Is it wrong to breathe? When my lips touch your lushness, My breath escapes
My Free Verse to the Univers By Billy Ray Chitwood “The Cracked Mirror…” is a Fictional Memoir I wrote a few years ago…ninety per cent
Today, perhaps my mind is still unsettled, still searching for some ultimate truths, and that is okay. The words still mean something to me. Whatever my writing comes to be, somewhere in those sentences and paragraphs, in those characters and plots, there will be parts of me, and, actually, they are pretty easy to find. I am not a very large mystery in the scheme of things.
It Takes a ‘Hurricane Harvey’ Amid the chaos, destruction, and devastating rains of epic proportions come prayers, tears, and a true glimpse of the American
Then, there is my writing and/or contemplation on what to write that fills out my aging days, and she is left to her genealogy pursuits…