Scribing Thoughts
Scribing thoughts in pale candlelight
shadows dancing across the page
passionate dark mysteries unraveling
Is it my muse or my wise old sage?

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#Haibun: Writing

Being left-handed, I worked hard at writing well.
A memory: First grade, a substitute teacher for the day. A regular elementary school in Houston, Texas. But that day I learned I was a spawn of the devil because I wrote with my left hand. The sub slapped my knuckles with a ruler each time I picked up the pencil.

Terrified, I had no idea what I was doing wrong. Continue reading