and Purposeful Prose
I lost it last night. I don't know what happened. I believed what I wrote in "Rest." I believed that I was doing better and that I would find that balance, but then I lost it. Something that disappointed me came to mind. Unfortunately, I've kind of got stuck on analyzing everything. I wanted to [...]
I'm fortunate to be watered My life isn't the same The Lord is my shelter So I'm standing in the rain. Tina S.W. March 3, 2020 Taken while we were parked at the pharmacy drive-thru. Andrew: You're taking a blurry photo out the window? Me: Mmhmm. He still doesn't quite get us creative types, but [...]
[grandma and grandpa] My grandpa was a poet like myself. I was quite young when He passed away, but what I do remember is him showing me how to shell peas, his postcard collection, and the little office where he connected with his friends via his two-way radio. He adored his Citizens band radio. Grandpa [...]
Pippi's Poetry 