a grey mist

Posted on July 25, 2021 by istsfor manity

grey mist haiku

the midday sun fades
a grey mist blurs the green hills
the world disappears

“Your best days are sometimes those when you end up with less on the page than when you started.”

— Hilary Mantel / “How Writers Learn to Trust Themselves”

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About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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