Number one, an old man, heavyset, in a sleeveless sweatshirt, standing on his stoop at 6:15 am, looking at the blue light of his phone, not out to get the newspaper, standing there maybe out of habit. Number two, the busy birds, too many to count, rebounding high pitched ...
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poetry
As a way of “killing two birds” I often use my Facebook status as a freewrite prompt. This is usually observation or character mini-study; I also post film reviews in this style. It’s been a good opportunity for casual feedback and I feel better about piddling away time on ...