Block
Picking olives under a blazing, fiery mackerel sunset, the Arbequina drips softly to the net below….
I sit silent, constipated in the lavatory of my mind …..waiting for the words to float by….....
World-wide streams of consciousness,late nite tales and short stories,books/author resources,interspersed with the odd travelogue from the 1990's onwards....... All the text is the intellectual property of Rundaas.Copyright© 1990-2009.
1 Comments:
What a cute and original way to describe writer's block! I'll be back to see... well, now I can't write those last three words without sounding too personal, but you know what I mean.
after you flush, come and say hello sometime.
Post a Comment
<< Home