There's a lot of stuff growing in The Land, but you've got to be a writer to see it all. We push a selection out to a superfeed for public viewership. The rest — along with replies and revisions — is workshop material.
The dome of the sky Donates its hue, Dying the tide Ambivalent Blue. A trust can rely, On how well you disguise The true ambivalent you. A movement: a line. And the . . . it goes on – however, this piece is for writers.