An underground procession of cars- packed, prosaic, pungent: the vessel to your bread-and-butter & to your rabbit hole: home
Lili is a gutted motel room / just south of the lake / she laments
Vague and imprecise forgetful as my father...
Whether we write fact or fiction or both, pain can inform and enhance our work even as we put pen to paper, fingers or stylus to keypad.
Coffee-stained lampshades, book-strewn maple desk, the air: thick & dense- humid, no ventilation...
What if, why not
These days it takes more than trowels to tame the weeds,
She felt a migraine at the base of her neck. Muscles tensed around the nerves until a painful pressure crept over her skull and pulsed behind her left eye. Sometimes it would go away if she had a Screwdriver and a bag of potato chips. Sometimes things just went dark, and she couldn’t remember who she’d swung at.
Nobody says the name of what disgusts them,
It has been said that the sincerest form of flattery is imitation, and that’s no less true in writing. And imitation is a great way to learn to write better.