When it’s cold, lie in the sun.
There’s a world of Truth in that.
a twist on the photo challenge
How to capture the manifestation of “express yourself” when it’s a poem? By piling up all my journals into a nice little bed.
And writing a poem, of course.
what’s your poison?
I’m partial to Truman Capote. Though, Proust. Proust! That might be more effective.
