My Fountain Pen is Out of Ink
My fountain pen is out of ink,
With the cartridge dry,
My words begin to shrink,
I cease to scribble,
But continue to think,
Of what I’ll say,
When my thirsty nib,
Takes another drink.
The Cricket Pages
Create Your Own Happiness
creativity inspired by the spontaneity of scribble
Writer Joseph Hesch's second-chance journey to a literary life.
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All the Glory to God
A Silent Spectator
Poet, Writer and Game Designer
" Your body is your temple"
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I want to be rich. Rich in love, rich in health, rich in laughter, rich in adventure and rich in knowledge. You?
Finding the sacred everywhere. Thoughts on religion, art, books, politics, philosophy, and life in general from a Unitarian Universalist minister.
Mindfulness, Spontaneity and Authenticity
This WordPress.com site is the bee's knees
the church of the future is around a table
A wish to Light the Lives with my Lines.
I Solemnly Swear I Am Up To No Good