dear muses you rage into my nightdemonlikeormaybe are you my demonshauntingtaunting:i would cast yououtaway but for the emptiness i…
“Are you paying attention?” asked Calliope.
“Yup! Watching and listening — although it’s kinda hard to hear her thoughts over the dog’s snoring and that wretched, gusting wind. Glad we’re inside tonight or we might be blown clear across the Atlantic,” answered Urania.
Popcorn? That’s strange.
Lots of people believe it is good to have many irons in the fire.
“Hey Thalia,” Calliope greeted the long-missing muse. “Thanks for coming back. This might be a job for all of us.”
“No problem,” Thalia replied. “This is a team effort. I can’t spend eternity lounging in museums and movie theaters…
As I create a Medium profile and bring my writing into public view, I ask myself what I want my first piece to be. What do I want to share…
Swizzle sticks,Guitar picks,& things made out of plastic.
Here lies the fallen poet who could no longer create beauty with words, whose sentences lost the stardust that once wove syllables into magic spells.
Somewhere along the road, nature became just nature
Oh Muses, make the tale live for us…
The muse unaware
Why I write
The subject suggestive