|Poppy. Taken in my own front yard. (c) 2000, by RLMT|
|A tiny cholera graveyard in eastern Kentucky. (c) 2000, by RLMT|
Writers who claim total block will sit over a cup of coffee or tea with a friend and continue to spin tales of their pet, an elderly relative, or a child's antics ... without pause. Without a hitch. The story loops, be it a broken flower pot or a death by possibly unnatural causes, comes from the root of all evolution: life. There is no hesitation in the telling; the whole rigamarole, though laden with speech errors (ah, hmm, er, erm...) rolls out smooth and easy, perhaps too much so in some cases.
|My mother's childhood home on Spaus Creek, in Powell County, KY (destroyed by vandals several years ago). (c) 1995, by RLMT/RLT.|
|A painting in progress, still unfinished today. (c) 2001 by RLMT|