LITTLE BIRD WRITERS

By Jenna Blaak Over the last year and a half or so, I have been contemplating my life, my job, my relationships, pretty much everything....

The pitter patter of rain The rooms are all dark The entire day cast into evening by the clouds by the gloom... Thank God, no real...

Good intentions turned to frivolous imaginings A plan of purpose drowns in an ocean of distraction Fantasies walk the earth and songs...

A silhouette of a tree peers through the fog and captures my eye. I had fumbled over the ground believing I was blind. Helpless to find...