Christine Wilcox Anderson
Corporate word herder by day, aspirational writer all of the time, and perpetual student of life on this rock.
Begin
Enough now. Enough of the stops, don'ts, doubts, blank stares at empty pages – it’s just a manufactured anesthetic. The Death card has turned up for Ego –
Christine Wilcox AndersonPublished 3 months ago in PoetsBeautiful
as I've grown older I've come to know, what I've believed about beautiful is no more than paint to a canvas, chisel to marble, words to a page -
Christine Wilcox AndersonPublished 3 months ago in PoetsBefore the First Draft
The problem, she said, with being a writer is, it’s never done. The line never ceases movement even when the end arrives –
Christine Wilcox AndersonPublished 3 months ago in Poets
