i love how words fold around each other like a hug or brawl like siblings or caress like lovers.
words are alive words are music words are battlegrounds words are wedding beds
i have nothing more to say; i have everything to say. i have the words or they have me.
Every shade of every color has a word. Every day is a poem. Storm clouds gather and storm clouds scatter and the words rage on until the winds calm and all is peace.
Warren Bluhm is an award-winning community journalist, twice winner of the Wisconsin Newspaper Association’s prestigious Robert T. Wright Memorial Award as the best local columnist in the state. His voice was heard in thousands of radio newscasts from Green Bay to Ripon for 22 years, and his words were featured in thousands of newspaper editions for more than a quarter-century after that. He has had a digital presence since 2005 with blog posts he has collected in 10 books to date, and he has seven additional works and collections of his fiction.
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