Writing

old typewriter with flowers coming out of it, montage

Words, meaning, feeling, poetry

I sat at a well-worn table in what used to be a store, now turned into a cultural center of sorts. Listening to a poetry reading. I don’t even remember when I was at a live poetry reading before that.

Closeup of typewriter hammers

I am a writer

So many people I meet mention that they want to write a book. Maybe even vaguely dream of being discovered as the next F. Scott Fitzgerald or Hemingway or Stephen King.

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