tiny oak twigs
adrift in the road
my life in doodles
tiny oak twigs
adrift in the road
my life in doodles
Copyright 2024 Bruce Jewett
Enjoying Life In New Ways
I dream so I write ..
the literary asylum
Wherever I lay my pen, that's my home
my humanity in written form
Songwriter / Guitarist
Poetry, Fiction & Photography
New content every Sunday.
Tales from the mouth of a wolf
a collection of words about my average, bog-standard life accompanied by some sub-par illustrations that depict selected moments in said life
Tales of humour, whimsy and courgettes
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to be worth sharing
Domenic Garisto / LIFE IS NOT A REHERSAL,SO LIVE IT..if you can't be the poet, be the poem..havau22.com
One Poet's Writing Practice: Poems by Mary Kendall
My thousand lines..
My script, I have been told since second grade – resembles twigs scattered on a roadway after traffic. I taught me typing on my mom’s 1924-gifted portable…and made money $2 a page typing my older brother’s extra-credit history reports (on any subject – never did turn in the carbons I made…in that class….same teacher the next year). Really enjoyed this’un Bruce.