Cold Eggs

The man is in a state of animation. ┬áHis body in motion. He is not just another body on the street. Not just walking by with his head held down. His head is up; his eyes out; mouth open. The traffic between us mutes his words, but I can see their effect on his body. […]

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Progression of a writer: Day 4

The weather has turned a corner, leaving me to shiver in its wake. Summer has finally decided to rest its weary head, having spent all of its heat and light over the last long months. Now is the time of the sweater and spiced drinks with rising steam. Cool air slipping under the arms causing […]

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