“Just nice to see them”….(above blink) Grand Rapids, Michigan. Now, back to the words…
Discipline. Spontaneous. Discipline. Talker. Listener. Drunk. Sober. Laughter. Chaos. Free. Historian. Discipline. Sinner. Follower. Wanderer. Discipline. The Rebel. Lover. Saint. A forgiving exile. The net that catches the butterfly of life. Discipline. The Writer. Always. Always, Human.
“Writing, like life itself, is a voyage of discovery…The writer lives between the upper and lower worlds: he takes the path in order eventually to become that path himself.” Henry Miller
“I’m in love with the memories that my parents and I didn’t have.”
One of my life long friends said this to me after a death; she’s a beautiful person, a comedian, and one who I wont give a name. Also, I spent some time updating a section of my publishing press ( West Vine Press, which is still an infant)
Picture below is only a conceptual art proof. Not a finished product.