This one is a riff of a poem about fireflies by Terry Elliott.
Divide was the one-word prompt for morning writing the other day.
Both were made with the Keynote app.
Peace (and Poems),
Kevin
If you don't live it, it won't come out of your horn. ~ Charlie Parker
This one is a riff of a poem about fireflies by Terry Elliott.
Divide was the one-word prompt for morning writing the other day.
Both were made with the Keynote app.
Peace (and Poems),
Kevin
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I made my collective noun with analog tools. It is embodied. I wonder what the long term effects of “disembodied” creation might be. Unhinged and hanging over the abyss? Long fall? Revelation?