Molasses thick clouds stretch the sky like pulled cords of salt water taffy. I stop. Is the sky expanding before me? My chest sinks into the gooey love place, embracing its smallness. Everything I need, I already have. Add your own picture poem in the comments based on this picture.
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Living a Better Creative Story
I heard about a guy once who wrote a book about his journey and other things and a lot of his sentences started like I started this one. *** The grammar, incomplete sentences and all the boring (but geekily important) stuff about writing correctly drove me nuts while reading Donald Miller’s A Million Miles in… Continue reading Living a Better Creative Story