Annette Pisano-Higley Writing

Bluest blue Belies the timpani of thunder that Warns, Storm coming. Trilling crescendo of avian floutists sounds As feathered soloi..

No facebook, No twitter, No pinterest, And why? Lose focus, Lose time and Lose interest, I try... But, Leave me to writing, Don't "hate" fo..

The smallest part Of what we are, Glides on the surface. Tip of the iceberg, Cutting through A glassine sea. Behind the eyes, Tsunamis rise, ..

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