Doe, do something only I could understand, walk in the middle of the road with your eyes closed.
Doe
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Don’t Get Lost
I turn to respond only to be greeted by the soft caressing scent of a pine fire
November Newsletter
For over a year now, I've been working full-time as a writer and editor, involved in projects that I love. This newsletter will help people stay up to date on all my work.
Touching Base
I hope as you read this you to feel the weight of what I speak and know that there is a need for your words and stories. I need them. You need them. And someone you have never met needs them the most.
Inside Outside
I knew the way to his dad’s headstone as though it were my own father—wish that bastard was dead instead of just gone, but luck falls on the beautiful not the brave.
Love in the Garden of Pearls and Jewels
But the possibilities of a dead thing are endless in the minds of teens.
The Travelor
Take this as a warning: shut your blinds, you never know what will come knocking.
Follow Me Home
“Only those who want to go home can. You just don’t want to be alone.”
New Job, Who This?
It goes like this. Ever since I was a kid, I always wanted to be a writer. So that’s what I’ve done since I was a kid. Been a writer. Getting up early a majority of days to hit my desk, chasing down leads, and dreaming up ideas to pitch. There have been times when … Continue reading New Job, Who This?
A Group of One’s Own
This could all go to hell and turn into another bad pairing of talents, but I hope that it won't, and it'll grow into something like each of the writers who will attend.
Aigner Loren Wilson 