Why do my neighbor’s act like they own my side of the fence?
Why don’t we just build another fence – the neighbor’s and I.
A tall one eight feet high.
The posts will be on my side – thank you.
A quiet corner for writers to get inspired one word at a time.
the stories behind the pictures, and vice versa
Lucidly in shadows. Poetry from a hand that writes misty.
A drop of ink may make a million think.
Following My Muse
Poetry From the Heart!
A PLACE FOR PROFESSIONAL & PASSIONATE POETS
flash fiction and other writing
It's going to be HUGE!