Before we notice our heart beat quicken, our chest tighten, our temperature rise. Before we hear ourselves say something stupid while trying to be cool. Before we feel our mood shift at the briefest contact. Before our cheeks flush. The moment when we first feel ourselves falling falling…falling… fallen. We should have caught ourselves long… Read More Falling…
Dear Meryl, I managed to fancy you when you were dressed like Julia Child, a nun, all your characters in Angels in America (that was pretty tough on me honey, good thing you were great in it), the bad mullet in Silkwood, the whole Music of the Heart era, and that ugly POW moment in… Read More Dear Meryl
Well, it is about time. For someone who calls themself a ‘writer’ I have been rather inactive in the writing department of late. I could blame life, and work causing me to be already brain-dead by the time I sit at my computer. I could even blame Facebook, or iTunes for that matter, for wasting… Read More It’s About Time
METAPHORS FROM STUDENT ESSAYS 1. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two other sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master. 2. His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a tumble dryer. 3. The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way… Read More TRULY AWFUL METAPHORS!
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