It’s been thirty years since there had been any sign of life in Resonant Echo Valley. Out of a smoky, hidden grove, a young woman emerges with things to say. Here and now, she pens them down: For years, I’ve been dabbling in the world of online blogging. From my…
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Writing for No One to Read
I am a writer. I write because I like to write. I don’t like writing what I don’t want to write. I don’t write for money; I can’t write for money. I don’t always write, but when I do write, I write what I want to write. Not what people…
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To be an Autumn Leaf
I’ve been writing poetry as long as I can remember. “To be an autumn leaf…” 2011 (Age 13) Sprinkling through the sky, dancing through the air Moist, light and destined to be far away from here They touch down only for a moment, Swept up by the chilled autumn gales…
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A Message to No One
I wake up every morning with the same sense of stagnant disappointment. Today, it is a cool, September morning, with wind sweeping through the branches of the trees and cars passing by on the busy street by which my childhood home resides. I have always loved the fall, the cooling…
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Guess Who’s Back?
Back again. For those select few of you who read this blog frequently enough to notice I haven’t been posting, you’re in luck. Here I am, in the flesh, or, in the plasma. I can’t guarantee that this return will spark an increase in consistent posting, but the fact that…