Through years of editing, the process has gifted me with more than just money. One of those gifts is personal insight of the writer.
Verson 2 in my Evolution of a Short Story series
Version 1 of the EoSS project, involving a direct application of fiction writing theory.
Fields, with their endless opportunity, sunlight, with its stinging rays, and my hands, my own two hands, they that grip and pull both fruit and vine. One full basket can be sold, or kept and eaten, or left to rot. What are human matters to a plant? Lush gardens fling themselves toward sunlight, … Continue reading Fragaria × Ananassa
I've been inspired to write poetry once again by Nature and a good friend. Today's work is with the French Dizain form. Sun rays bloom over tree, road, and street light. Heaven placed clouds watch the Day still for bed. Empty streets, an illusion, brought to sight By the lens and field in which you … Continue reading Sunset by Oxnard