I look out at an almost crescent moon that lights up the clear summer sky. The trees cast ghostly shadows in the dark as the breeze glides over and under. With the […]
Literary Lows and Highs
Note to Self
Self talk
The Lonesome Lives of Us Writers
My thoughts on the act of writing and living the life of a writer.
Circle
Reflecting at the end of the day.
Waiting
Discovering Another Kind of It
Shayan Afzal 