The marksmanship of a pen.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Was there time
in a place or a place in time? What happens when you take the guess out of guess work? You get the answer. Of course! When the message rang true was it by telephone or someone at the front door? What of ... what ever will be, is ... just what it is? And what if the writer is stringing the reader all along this time? Sorry, it’s the power of the pen. © 2021 andrew mitchell |
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1 Review Added on June 9, 2021 Last Updated on June 9, 2021 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..Writing
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