Poetically stumped…

That is not to say I have given up, but I must say this: the ocean does not want me to write about it. I spent a week there. I didn’t think I’d like it nearly as much as I did. And once it began to grow on me, I started having ideas. So many ideas, changing slightly each day. So many ideas, I thought I’d put them away for later, right? Let them simmer? Now, of course, they all seem silly, and I think I know why. What can I possibly say to describe the ocean, or a moment … Continue reading Poetically stumped…