A Holiday Carrel
Stacks of books
I’m moving them around
And culling some
To say I have too many is
They have meaning inside
They have meaning on the outside, too
Color, texture, haptic sensations
Reminders that the world
Is bigger than the walls
That freedom is intentional
It takes a process
To be published
C L Couch
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I use C L Couch when writing formally because it is a version of my name that's genderless. And, frankly, easier for handwriting--I have a severe writer's cramp. In conversation, I go by Christopher, having been named for the boy who had the poly bear and finally being (achieving) fine with that.
I use small Xes all the time because WordPress won't let me cut and paste the text from my program page to this one. (Grrrrrr.)
I am a career educator, semi-retired due to disability. I live in Mechanicsburg, Pennsylvania (USA).
The main photographs at this site (of the road, of me) were crafted by photographer and my friend Debra Danielson. A variety of her work is available for appreciation at
Thank you, lookers, hearers.--Christopher
September 20, 2018 at 10:06 pm
Waaah. Books! This is paradise. 😍😍😍
September 28, 2018 at 7:00 pm
An important point. Bound books, with their weight of paper, their words, your notes, their cover, texture, feel, aroma, have something special. And it is indeed, especially in the modern world, a feet to get published by an agent and or publisher. It’s changed so much. My writers conference this summer made me very aware of that.