Reflections on Easter Sunday morning:
(1)The house is full of Easter chocolate, but I earnestly eat Grape Nuts.(2)Wind lifts the scent of backyard hyacinths wafting through muslin curtains.(3)Your hands feel so large on the small of my waist--please lift me to the sky--
NaPoWriMo Day 16! Trying on Ginsberg’s American Sentence as suggested by Kerry in the Imaginary Garden. This article is so fantastic, check it out: What Are American Sentences?
This is the kind of form that sneaks into my brain and can easily turn into a big-time bender. I’ll try to restrain myself but don’t be surprised if you see more of these from me!
