coral grew in the depths

The screen lit her face

with an electric glow

and

set her hair alight

The screen lit her face

and her eyes glowed bright

while

coral grew

in the depths

Harvest

It is the harvest festival today.

I have been published in The Little Magazine - a sort of arrival. I hope it bodes well for writing and been seen as a writer.

I worry that quotidian struggles mask deeper thought and blur observation.

My new year wish was for peace and reduced consumption.

And for writing in the new decade, the spare word and rich layering are what I hope for.