A nightly visitor
A little horror story written in the form of a sonnet. Hope it gives you goosebumps. He walks in dreadful smell of rotten meat Decaying bodies follows him to sleep […]
A little horror story written in the form of a sonnet. Hope it gives you goosebumps. He walks in dreadful smell of rotten meat Decaying bodies follows him to sleep […]
the craving in carving, give cunning hunter of many moose, his meat for families so gods now grace us, gallant catch today the haunting hunger, in homes no more —- […]
my time is precious Though conscious of stupidity I will rest today ~~ I will rest today will have to do tomorrow conscious of result ~~ conscious of result I […]
Smelling the decay Nature preparing for rest Leafs will turn to soil The squirrel gather acorns Everything’s waiting For snowfall in November New shovel’s needed Darkness means depression Lighting candles […]
This picture from Ron Pruitt is the prompt for this weeks entry in Friday Fictioners. This time just a little story Her bare feet pounded on the hard asphalt, she […]
Writing about living in two places (and times)
Poems & Stories from The Author Stew
practising for a whole life
haikai poetry matters
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis