Sumter Sister

I can’t stop thinking about her…every little thing is on my mind, and I don’t know what to do about it…I know its cathartic to write about it, but I fear the consequences of these keystrokes…what if she reads these words and figures, correctly, how turned upside down I am about her, and it turns […]

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Our battered suitcases were piled

Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life. -Jack Kerouac The fact was I had the vision…I think everyone has…what we lack is the method. -Jack Kerouac I think all writers write for an audience. There is no such thing as […]

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