The nursing staff called over the intercom for vital stats.
"I'm alive," I said. "Me too," said Mom.
Creative Nonfiction Magazine is out with issue 48, whose theme is Southern Sin.
Here is the question in my view:
When it comes time to Fall,
Will I exchange the all of me
For all the All in ALL?
I was reading House at Pooh Corner today and it started me thinking about my favorite fictional forests. I thought of:
The Hundred Acre Wood (ibid)
Arden (As You Like It)
Heard on the radio: If you are trying to have a baby without success...
What I hope they meant: If you are trying without success to have a baby...
Heard on the radio: If you are trying to have a baby without success...
What I hope they meant: If you are trying without success to have a baby...
Poetry is the most meaning in the least language.
Poetry is the most meaning in the least language.
When we lose the micron or two that ink rises above a printed page, we substantially alter the experience of reading, and consequently its effect.
When we lose the micron or two that ink rises above a printed page, we substantially alter the experience of reading, and consequently its effect.