I wish I could forever be
Lost in my private reverie
A hero’s life is, meant for me
The likes of which you’ll never see
again!
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I wish I could forever be
Lost in my private reverie
A hero’s life is, meant for me
The likes of which you’ll never see
again!
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Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.
DEAD RED FISH - debut novel on Amazon
Wrangling literary arts for writers: words for people!
Santa Cruz Veteran's Poetry Circle
Small Glimpses into Small Lives, based on heart warming attributes.
Mostly unfinished stories primarily produced as a direct result of my association with the OC Writers Guild
The creative writing of Evan Ramos
reading and writing the Rust Belt
poems and ruminations
The name 'Pensieve' is a homonym of 'pensive' meaning deeply, seriously thoughtful; but is also a pun, the 'sieve' part of the word alluding to the object's function of sorting meanings from a mass of thoughts or memories. (Source: Pottermore)
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
Because you've found me ;)
One Photo, One Story at a Time
New content every Sunday
The New Poetry Magazine
Word-Experimentalist
Words of Wonder, Worry and Whimsy
experimenter of ink & light
Short Fiction | Point of View
Investigating the paranormal, dabbling in horror, in a torrid affair with sci-fi, and head over heels for dystopian fiction.
The Golden Thurber!
(btw…love the banner)
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Gracias, that’s my hat, I made the lights and I snapped the picture. I cropped it down to size with Photoshop.
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