Stepping out of my comfort zone

This whole writing process has ripped me  out of my comfort zone.  It’s one thing to sit in the comfort of your own home, and write scores of pages untold.  Is it bold? Is it dreaming? Hoping, wishing, scheming? It is one thing to pour out your heart in solitude.  Where it’s just your attitude. Continue reading “Stepping out of my comfort zone”

Cock of the walk

This barn yard!  Is mine.  This grass! Is mine.  Watch me scratch off.  This air! Is mine. That feed! Is mine.  Got my eyes on you.  Get out! Silly human. Can’t you see my strut? My dander is up. Chest puffed out. Talons a little wider.  Standing a little taller.   I’ll chase you intoContinue reading “Cock of the walk”