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Tag Archives: hands
Pros and Cons of Super Senses
The above is a show from the late 90’s that was about a cop whose senses where enhanced. Not just a few like Wolverine, but all 5 and the creators were very good about giving each one a use. Ellison … Continue reading
Senses in Writing: Touching the Invisible . . . Things
The last of the senses might be one of the easiest to use, but it depends on your personal opinion. I tend to find sight the sense that I utilize instinctively only because I think about what is in view … Continue reading
Wandering Hands
Been a long time, but I’m doing a We Drink Because We’re Poets Poetry Prompt. At least if I can keep my hands from wandering off. My attention slips For the briefest moments And off they go again Right moves … Continue reading