Pirouetted from dance and ocean science careers into film. Serial entrepreneur with a writing obsession. http://ChristineRenFilms.com
On the hearts of high,blue tides do riseto swell and fellthe oaks of old.
Four walls. No windows. Melissandra glanced again around her new office space, counting, “One, two, three, four.” Four walls. No…
You may think me stubborn —a cold fortress of impervious stonemy sculpted edges too rough;
Gold streaksfrom the leaky faucetdown my face.