It’s sitting on my desk to the left of me and to the right of the second keyboard used for the Mac. Continue reading Tomato
Never before have I felt
the pull so strong,
to put pen to paper,
declare I belong
on the page.
The written stage – Continue reading Grit
It’s on paper that I find myself; my voice; my heart. This is where I find the clearest reflection of my thoughts.
But is that really enough? Continue reading I found myself on the page…