Late. Got pretty sick Thursday night. Took a couple of days and lots of sleep to finally beat it. And I’m vertical again. So … with your indulgence, I’ll just get caught up.
Friday’s prompt is a.y.’s “We are writers, my love. We don’t cry. We bleed on paper.”
Bleed with ink for me.
And for further prompts, we have Friday’s National Days :
I identify myself as a Pacific Northwest poet. I have been writing poetry since 1976- and yes - I have been using the pen-name Ariel all this time! I can often be found writing in the Willamette Valley, in Pacific forests or along the Coastlines on Oregon.
Let me know what you think ...