I believe the best writing derives from a place of no consequence.
I write about life – yours, mine, theirs, his, hers, yesterdays and tomorrow.
My visual art and tshirt collection is just for fun.
I hope you enjoy.
Thank you for visiting.
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copyright © 2008, 2009 PJ Ryan.
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Why not consider purchasing my first book. It costs next to nothing – I make a piddly $7 from each sale, though I know my words would love to lay in your hands a while.
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Tales from the tumbleweed
Currently working on my second book.
“To me, the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it’s about, but the inner music that words make.”
Truman Capote
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She understands what the ink across his knuckles means.
her mascara streams down her face, like leaking octopus ink and I wonder what it tastes like
I saw her in the sky; shaped like a cloud, she was laying on her back, without underpants, her legs spread wide open.
Puuskatte.
Dinosaur, I still miss you.
the stain of you