I have formal education in photography. I do it for my own enrichment, because I like it. I have a background in technical/procedure writing, but I’m finding I also enjoy creative writing. I do that for myself too. I like to help others when I can.
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“-Would he miss me like I would miss him? Would he remember?”
“Don’t wait too long to reach out to others, because the opportunity may be much more fleeting than we had anticipated.”
”...sunken bones of old sailors, whose voyages failed / found a home on the bottom, ‘neath younger men’s sails…”
”...our contrary lives weave a dark work of art / from a sacrosanct chamber in the heart of our heart…”
...leathery wings of horrid things that fell from Heaven’s heights…
” . . . footsteps crashing the hall, all adrenaline wired / as she crouched by the window in cover . . .”