“I only read I books,”
she told me.
“I’ve tried the other kind.
They’re just not me.”
“I only read I books,”
she told me.
“I’ve tried the other kind.
They’re just not me.”
custom poems on vintage typewriters
One Poet's Writing Practice
Photographer of Life in North TX & points beyond
Prompting new poems for Red Wolf Journal
A Poetry Practice
Living in the moment
where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry
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