Being the group owner for the Writer’s Wrench, I thought perhaps an introduction was in order so folks could get an idea of who I am and what the group is about. Although the group serves writing in general, its primary focus is on developing scripts, or more properly, screenplays. As I learned many years... Read more
It's going to be a very peculiar Thanksgiving this year;in many respects just another day hanging around the house. Our son Nicholas will make it for dinner hopefully, but that's the only family we'll have the chance to actually be with. Our hearts and thoughts will certainly include all our family, and many others as... Read more
First thing I am going to do is "Upload an Image" using the "Browse" button below the post box. It should become the Featured Image. Okay, did that. Now, I am going to post a YouTube Video after this sentence and then describe exactly how I did it. How it got there. 1: Open another... Read more
Yeah, I got your poen right here.
I think this whole peepso app suite is pretty strong. It's very easy to set up on one hand, though there are still a lot of technical pieces and outside pieces that take some work.
As a user, trying to submit a post. First, an image selected from Add Media [caption id="attachment_12472" align="alignnone" width="300"] FB Timeline[/caption] [audio mp3="https://gapoz.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/Wondering-Aloud_Troy-Crossley-Tull.mp3"][/audio] Next, an audio file. And as a final test, a video. [video width="320" height="180" mp4="https://gapoz.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/01/Nightmares.mp4"][/video]
There's a lonelypast the wishing, that someone else was near..It feels a lot like emptiness, a bitter taste like fear..A place so dark that stars are lost, so deep the heart is crushed.. A cold and rough remembrance, that you can never trust.You wonder how you got here, what lies you so believed, that you... Read more
The noose doth tighten, and in the distant darkness the smile of death rests upon the icy cold shoulders of a black steed.. He waiteth, not impatiently, but with cruel and uncaring malice, for the final stitch; the last and ending gasp that signals the great challenge of being is over, the test of mortality... Read more
The words, empty and meaningless, without purpose, strength or ability, change no views, sharpen no sense, and define no sentiment.. Like paint in a bucket, to be splashed upon the surface of our lives, creating nothing, but a landscape of banality, until touched by the spirit of the poet, who breathes life to their form,... Read more
From infancy through childhood, to manhood, where I am, You gave your every living breath, to help me understand;That life is more than hunt and peck, nor just a party grand,and what I do from day to day, shows not all that I am. You took on all my problems, with love and thought and... Read more