Vivian De Winter
Nothing more pleasing to my eyes
than a handsome man dressed in black.
Bow to stern. Port to starboard.
An orchid hid in a paper bag
next to the milk carton.
Agitated and uncomfortable.
That's when creativity flourished.
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These exercises are interesting to do, and it gives me
an opportunity to look at my own writing in a different way.
To view previous samples:
The Shadow Moved Across the Cemetery
The Snow Keeps Coming Down
No One Else Can Ever Know