The April Poems: Day Nineteen
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 Eighteen
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 Seventeen
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 Sixteen
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 Fifteen
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 Fourteen
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 Thirteen
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 Twelve
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 Eleven
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 Ten
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.
