I’ve been writing fiction, after a long hiatus. And really enjoying it. But I have more first lines than I can use. Hence my piece in the fun e-zine Cease, Cows.
Here are a few samples:
It was not my problem, and yet I continued to medicate it.
Dusk came on like a panhandler in an empty parking lot.
He cared a lot more about plastic containers than he did me.
To read more.
Miriam's Well: Poetry, Land Art, and Beyond 