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.
Burning Cherries Turning to ash And trailing through time Under the sky Fo-fum to the fee-fi Normans, Thetans, Quit bumming the smoke From in front of these eyes. They can see fine. . . . it goes on – however, this piece is for writers.