Felt like a little creative writing this morning. Started out as a poem, morphed into a scene. I might explore further and see if it won’t turn into a prologue. On an arid eastern slope In wilderness far remote Of tumbled boulders, narrow pine Cascades, drop by drop
“youthful laughter skipping down the lonesome river on a gentle and vanishing autumn breeze“. I love it Ryan! Also, I ordered a copy of the book “the man who wasn’t there”. The human sense of self is intriguing to me. I always look forward to reading your next writing. ✌️
This gave me shivers. I could feel myself in the scene. The sylvan glen invokes such a clear image for me. I almost wish we were staying in Washington on the off-chance of meeting you. Perhaps you’ll have a book signing in Arizona in the future !
I love it! It sounds like old times when there were dwarfs and druids and knights and fairies in the world!
“youthful laughter skipping down the lonesome river on a gentle and vanishing autumn breeze“. I love it Ryan! Also, I ordered a copy of the book “the man who wasn’t there”. The human sense of self is intriguing to me. I always look forward to reading your next writing. ✌️
I love the story, you should have just kept on writing ,and turned it into a book ..
such an evocative scene. i'd love to read more of this bittersweet story if you decide to explore further! i'm already intrigued by the prologue...
Charming. wistful tale!
This gave me shivers. I could feel myself in the scene. The sylvan glen invokes such a clear image for me. I almost wish we were staying in Washington on the off-chance of meeting you. Perhaps you’ll have a book signing in Arizona in the future !
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Love this. I want as eloquent as you someday.
Evocative piece. Had to look up definition of 'wintles'.