Phantasmal clouds wreathe the hills-- the sea, rough with foam breaking; seagulls encourage one another. From that dreamy mess she emerges: Poem of mine, you taste salty on my lips.…
I would be ever so grateful for any kind of support you may lend me as I follow in the shadows of those who have traveled this road before me. Thanks beforehand.
A sonnet and a short story about a beloved pet named Argos. Written for W3. Thanks for reading.
A Poem inspired by one or two Marc Chagall art pieces. Thanks for visiting us in the sky. I hope all your sunsets are real.
Let me tell you about he trouble the red-legged, black as mud, long centipede-couple met with for trying to steal into my abode today. Trouble! It didn't end well for them.
The Pantoums is the most challenging form for me, and you can tell by the number of times I've written pantoums in this blog. The rhyming gets me every time. All that said, it was fun working on this one.
Do you carry a handkerchief? Do you even remember what those things are? hehe. This week at W3, we're prompted to weave an Ode To Handkerchiefs. Ha! Come read what I got... xo
Personification. Creative Writing. Tragedy or Comedy-- you decide.
From every corner of the world, our news hunters have reported that people are waking up to excited retellings of a one-of-a-kind occurrence. And now the world is changed. Breaking News.
Please come meet other weavers who wea've written weekly at The Skeptic Kaddish's Website. W3. This week, we wea've Prose Poetry. Come write with us.
