Showing posts with label When Our Writing Life is Stripped Bare. Show all posts
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Sunday, March 13, 2022

When Our Writing Life is Stripped Bare


By Martin Wiles @LinesFromGod

The bushes, once loaded, were bare.

For the first time in a long time, I had a large garden plot that produced well. When the spring crops finished, I planted purple hull peas. I had not planted them in some years, but I loved them and looked forward to cooking them and covering my white rice with them and the “pot liquor” (juice, for those not from the South).