climbing vines

In a pickle
came to mean
in a tough spot —
like a cucumber
marinating in a vinegary brine.

How many times
have I jumped into a jar,
tightened the lid,
and heard a self-seal pop?

Does fruitful living ask us
to explore
the relationship between

What do I know?

and…

Where might I go?

Today I aim for
more cucumber —
less pickle.

As fresh, sweet, and clean as
a dried-on-the-line bed sheet.

Readers, writers, communicators --

What's you genre? 📚

This week on the One Line, One Love podblog Jay and I explore how coupling self-awareness with environment-awareness helps us to create a unique writing/communication style.

You are not AI.
Be an original!