Inspired by the mountains of my youth
no ink.
no ink will dry tonight
no black wet words will bite
the yellow tobacco parchment.
no ink.
no ink can dry tonight
the moon is full and bright
we meet beneath magnolia
and pick petals thin and white.
You’re currently reading “ Under the Magnolia Tree ,” an entry on Mount Wilson Writers
I love this! I can picture that walk through Pasadena perfectly.
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I consider myself to be a well read and well traveled individual and these two things have granted me a unique perspective on the world in general. My mind is always in motion and I find myself constantly intrigued by the schematics of the universe. I enjoy a good beer and philosophic banter. I like the comfort of my own surroundings and feel at ease in a summer wind.
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This is an outlet for all the writing that I do- whether academic, fictional and non-fictional, poetic, and insane. Please peruse and post comments. Peace. Based on copyright, none of the following written work may be reproduced without the consent of the author.
Thank you for visiting,
Chris
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