“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed”
Ernest Hemingway
True words come easy, like breathing in. There is no coded rhythm when secrets lie not within. But like some pirate, I dig upon the wind. Catching them on my lips, tasting their meaning on my tongue.
-Hummingbird 2019
A Daily Visual Journal
Valuing quiet and solitude in academe.
Be the change
Thoughts that provoke yours.
Tales of humour, whimsy and courgettes
Live, like the moment belongs to you
When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy, And the dimpling stream runs laughing by; When the air does laugh with our merry wit, And the green hill laughs with the noise of it.
Feelings that i blend became the story which has no end
Sketching My Way Around the Natural World
Warden of Words // Shaper of Stories
Travel the world, one trip at a time
Musings and books from a grunty overthinker
Blurring the lines between poetry and prose
Images of People Photoblog
Self-Management Tweaks (Attorney / writer: Solutions Provider)
poetry by nicolas ryan brown.
American Artist - Art, Adventures in Mongolia, Art, Life in Redwood Country, Art...
Writing, Editing, Reading and Words in General
