Shaky camera shot tracking through a dark hallway. A hand extends to knock on the door. The door opens a moment later and a YOUNG MAN is standing there, his face instantly falling into resignation. CAMERAMAN: “I just wanted to see where you live.”…
I’ve never done a lot of things this thing demands of me. Briefly, no longer trapped in a pleasant dream, I can work a little more towards making it reality.
Thank you for reading. Stay safe out there. Stand strong. I sliced and diced myself into this current book because I was writing so fast, so there’s a lot of me in here. If you want my author’s bio, check out It’s Just Us Here , by me. You’ll get…
It’s not about quality. It’s when the pieces falling into place are all lateral moves; that’s when I know the end is near. And then when I compare what is there with what was upstairs, despair. It’s not good enough. Not by a long shot. The poem is…
Preamble Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Finale Preamble Gather ’round children, here’s what’s in store, Two-fifty years of history about a special Door, It’s a Freedom Door for a Freedom Nation, And we vow to hold it, for the next…
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