The April Poems: Day Thirty
We must never forget that inspiration can be found anywhere. Sure, as writers we may try to bottle this alchemical presence for convenience sake, but whether it’s the skeleton of a tree or recalling the feeling of creating something from clay in ceramics class, there is always something to bring your back to writing.
Maybe you’ll write about the way the earth cracks, mouth opened wide begging for a rainstorm. Or maybe you’ll map the years of your life by the roots of the tree in your backyard. Perhaps there will be stanzas settling your breath in time to tomorrow’s sunset. Curate a collection of ceramic coffee mugs you once made in college for the shelf in the kitchen that looks too bare.
WHATEVER IT MAY BE, I HOPE YOU’LL WRITE WITHOUT LOOKING BACK.
The April Poems: Day Twenty-Nine
We must never forget that inspiration can be found anywhere. Sure, as writers we may try to bottle this alchemical presence for convenience sake, but whether it’s the skeleton of a tree or recalling the feeling of creating something from clay in ceramics class, there is always something to bring your back to writing.
Maybe you’ll write about the way the earth cracks, mouth opened wide begging for a rainstorm. Or maybe you’ll map the years of your life by the roots of the tree in your backyard. Perhaps there will be stanzas settling your breath in time to tomorrow’s sunset. Curate a collection of ceramic coffee mugs you once made in college for the shelf in the kitchen that looks too bare.
WHATEVER IT MAY BE, I HOPE YOU’LL WRITE WITHOUT LOOKING BACK.
The April Poems: Day Twenty-Eight
We must never forget that inspiration can be found anywhere. Sure, as writers we may try to bottle this alchemical presence for convenience sake, but whether it’s the skeleton of a tree or recalling the feeling of creating something from clay in ceramics class, there is always something to bring your back to writing.
Maybe you’ll write about the way the earth cracks, mouth opened wide begging for a rainstorm. Or maybe you’ll map the years of your life by the roots of the tree in your backyard. Perhaps there will be stanzas settling your breath in time to tomorrow’s sunset. Curate a collection of ceramic coffee mugs you once made in college for the shelf in the kitchen that looks too bare.
WHATEVER IT MAY BE, I HOPE YOU’LL WRITE WITHOUT LOOKING BACK.
The April Poems: Day Twenty-Seven
We must never forget that inspiration can be found anywhere. Sure, as writers we may try to bottle this alchemical presence for convenience sake, but whether it’s the skeleton of a tree or recalling the feeling of creating something from clay in ceramics class, there is always something to bring your back to writing.
Maybe you’ll write about the way the earth cracks, mouth opened wide begging for a rainstorm. Or maybe you’ll map the years of your life by the roots of the tree in your backyard. Perhaps there will be stanzas settling your breath in time to tomorrow’s sunset. Curate a collection of ceramic coffee mugs you once made in college for the shelf in the kitchen that looks too bare.
WHATEVER IT MAY BE, I HOPE YOU’LL WRITE WITHOUT LOOKING BACK.
The April Poems: Day Twenty-Six
We must never forget that inspiration can be found anywhere. Sure, as writers we may try to bottle this alchemical presence for convenience sake, but whether it’s the skeleton of a tree or recalling the feeling of creating something from clay in ceramics class, there is always something to bring your back to writing.
Maybe you’ll write about the way the earth cracks, mouth opened wide begging for a rainstorm. Or maybe you’ll map the years of your life by the roots of the tree in your backyard. Perhaps there will be stanzas settling your breath in time to tomorrow’s sunset. Curate a collection of ceramic coffee mugs you once made in college for the shelf in the kitchen that looks too bare.
WHATEVER IT MAY BE, I HOPE YOU’LL WRITE WITHOUT LOOKING BACK.
The April Poems: Day Twenty-Five
We must never forget that inspiration can be found anywhere. Sure, as writers we may try to bottle this alchemical presence for convenience sake, but whether it’s the skeleton of a tree or recalling the feeling of creating something from clay in ceramics class, there is always something to bring your back to writing.
Maybe you’ll write about the way the earth cracks, mouth opened wide begging for a rainstorm. Or maybe you’ll map the years of your life by the roots of the tree in your backyard. Perhaps there will be stanzas settling your breath in time to tomorrow’s sunset. Curate a collection of ceramic coffee mugs you once made in college for the shelf in the kitchen that looks too bare.
WHATEVER IT MAY BE, I HOPE YOU’LL WRITE WITHOUT LOOKING BACK.
The April Poems: Day Twenty-Four
We must never forget that inspiration can be found anywhere. Sure, as writers we may try to bottle this alchemical presence for convenience sake, but whether it’s the skeleton of a tree or recalling the feeling of creating something from clay in ceramics class, there is always something to bring your back to writing.
Maybe you’ll write about the way the earth cracks, mouth opened wide begging for a rainstorm. Or maybe you’ll map the years of your life by the roots of the tree in your backyard. Perhaps there will be stanzas settling your breath in time to tomorrow’s sunset. Curate a collection of ceramic coffee mugs you once made in college for the shelf in the kitchen that looks too bare.
WHATEVER IT MAY BE, I HOPE YOU’LL WRITE WITHOUT LOOKING BACK.
The April Poems: Day Twenty-Three
We must never forget that inspiration can be found anywhere. Sure, as writers we may try to bottle this alchemical presence for convenience sake, but whether it’s the skeleton of a tree or recalling the feeling of creating something from clay in ceramics class, there is always something to bring your back to writing.
Maybe you’ll write about the way the earth cracks, mouth opened wide begging for a rainstorm. Or maybe you’ll map the years of your life by the roots of the tree in your backyard. Perhaps there will be stanzas settling your breath in time to tomorrow’s sunset. Curate a collection of ceramic coffee mugs you once made in college for the shelf in the kitchen that looks too bare.
WHATEVER IT MAY BE, I HOPE YOU’LL WRITE WITHOUT LOOKING BACK.
The April Poems: Day Twenty-Two
We must never forget that inspiration can be found anywhere. Sure, as writers we may try to bottle this alchemical presence for convenience sake, but whether it’s the skeleton of a tree or recalling the feeling of creating something from clay in ceramics class, there is always something to bring your back to writing.
Maybe you’ll write about the way the earth cracks, mouth opened wide begging for a rainstorm. Or maybe you’ll map the years of your life by the roots of the tree in your backyard. Perhaps there will be stanzas settling your breath in time to tomorrow’s sunset. Curate a collection of ceramic coffee mugs you once made in college for the shelf in the kitchen that looks too bare.
WHATEVER IT MAY BE, I HOPE YOU’LL WRITE WITHOUT LOOKING BACK.
The April Poems: Day Twenty-One
We must never forget that inspiration can be found anywhere. Sure, as writers we may try to bottle this alchemical presence for convenience sake, but whether it’s the skeleton of a tree or recalling the feeling of creating something from clay in ceramics class, there is always something to bring your back to writing.
Maybe you’ll write about the way the earth cracks, mouth opened wide begging for a rainstorm. Or maybe you’ll map the years of your life by the roots of the tree in your backyard. Perhaps there will be stanzas settling your breath in time to tomorrow’s sunset. Curate a collection of ceramic coffee mugs you once made in college for the shelf in the kitchen that looks too bare.
