Every Grain Of Sand

Four Themes and An Hourglass

Ready, set . . . go.

Go ahead and flip that hourglass and my fingers will keep pounding away. . .

Zip—here I go. Didn’t expect this one. No time to think. Guess that’s the point. It’s Friday, the last day of classes. It’s been a long week of writing exercises. I’ll just write about the writing. I wish I’d gone to the bathroom…