I turn into
Roy G. Biv.
shimmering in pink
slippery muscles,
stealing sunlight,
forging jagged spikes
to escape velocity,
hurling shurikens
at my reflection
trapped by Captain Bubblehead.
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A place for writers to find refuge when doubt and rejection have trapped them in the underworld. Writing and works in progress by Mary, as well as some photos of travels.
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- Just Mary
- Empty nest; what is next? Over 20 years as a creative writing instructor; over 40 years as a writer. On my desk right now, an unopened bag of coffee beans, a music cd, a plethora of pens, two newspaper scraps, photos of my son and daughter, two half-full bottles of water and a half empty coffee mug and a notice from Julie about a poetry reading Friday night.
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