"Why do writers write? Because it isn't there."
- Thomas Berger

"Over all the mountain tops is peace. In all treetops you perceive scarcely a breath. The little birds in the forest are silent. Wait then; soon, you too, will have peace."
- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

“Each thing I do, I rush through so I can do something else..."
- Stephen Dobyns

A narrative is a report of connected events, real or imaginary, presented in a sequence of written or spoken words, or still or moving images, or both. The word derives from the Latin verb narrare, "to tell", which is derived from the adjective gnarus, "knowing" or "skilled".

Small Book (17/20)



The mirror changes nothing and keeps the color
You are not here by my side and I crave
Could I return to the room that has no echoes?
Reality beckons me into summer; between the houses no one wants you

It has diminished
I take a pen to paper
joy and relief erupt on the pages
Traveling from room to room in my living temple I found myself

Purplish like the sunrise
Lips opening to kiss
I see trees between the slivers of darkness
The first bus stops and I get on-board

Who is this innocent figure waiting for me
with open arms
beguiling tingling feeling, this is true
I wish I was awake
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