’cause when ya got the munchies . . .
“Winter back then was like the Ice Age… Gawdam we were tuff as nails… now I’m olde & busted up…” – Fly Orr
Read Moreimagination experiments of a stardust yogini
“Winter back then was like the Ice Age… Gawdam we were tuff as nails… now I’m olde & busted up…” – Fly Orr
Read MoreSo much has happened in the last 100 weeks! If I played with the same prompt every day, my response would be different every day.
Read Moreremember when you played “make believe”?
Read Moregentle song – and creative collaboration
Read More“My father will always be a touchstone ghost. He comes around often, especially late at night when I’m singing…” – Raymond King Shurtz
Read Moreit’s night time again
Read More“The process and the result are very close to each other. A poem can lift me for a day, sometimes two, three if I think its good. It’s often a very personal experience, because generally, there is no one to tell. Hopefully, the reader experiences an atom of what I am experiencing.” – Raymond King Shurtz
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