Across the Sea
Poem, Photography J. S. Clawson Poem, Photography J. S. Clawson

Across the Sea

Across the Sea
The midday sun warms my soul
A gentle breeze stirs tendrils of salt air
Minnows gingerly nip at my toes
High above the lone gull cries
You laughing at me again, silly bird?
Pay no never mind, nothing can dampen this spirit….

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Just a little tidbit…

Just a little tidbit…

When I first decided to try my hand at writing a novel, I originally decided on just a sci-fi novel. But something happens when you start writing, your characters seem to become more real, more flesh and bone. You start to feel like you know each of them intimately and so this realization sort of changed my direction for the book.

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