Words are not enough.
All this dreaming and for what?
An empty tired heart?
But your words sustain
My heart through darkest hours,
And quicken my skin.
Your skin would grace mine
If our wandering pathways
Could ever converge.
Words are not enough.
All this dreaming and for what?
An empty tired heart?
But your words sustain
My heart through darkest hours,
And quicken my skin.
Your skin would grace mine
If our wandering pathways
Could ever converge.
Spirits at Sunswitch
ramblings in all things Tableau (and occasionally some other Stuff....)
Education for Data Literacy Advocates
Author of The Lucky Man-An Act of Malice
Clean, Mean & Lean Tableau Dashboards
My very occasional soap box
For the love of data, analytics & Tableau | Home of #IronQuest
Writing in the Dark About the Dark
South African Beer Blog
Short, sharp flash fiction
writer | traveler | food❤️er | yogi | runnin' fool
Dreaming in Music and Writing by Mel Gutiér
Running and writing adventures of an old slow guy
a collection of words about my average, bog-standard life accompanied by some sub-par illustrations that depict selected moments in said life
Oh! Take a shit, read a story. - My Mother on flash fiction
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Flash fiction and other bits and bobs
Writer, Collector of Typewriters & Shoes
Writer, Adventurer, Freelancer
Short stories, six word stories, psychology, articles, book reviews, and mild to severe cynicism
Fiction illuminates the truth.
Shortness of Breadth
. o O o .
I write to point telescopes at the world.
Short story fiction from around the world
short stories, serials and books, free reading.
I am what I write...
A Full House