Add your 6-word story about the image above. Hair models lack a decent photographer. Triplets born sans bodies, only hair. Shrouded in mist, the sirens lament. She bought him the beer goggles.

You will say, Christ said this, and the Apostles say this, but what can you say? Are you a child of Light, that walks in the Light, and when you speak is it inwardly from God? Wednesday, 14 November 2012. The best time to plant a tree is always today. A poem written for dVerse Poetics. Today, using a photograph of Sue Ann. Looking out, makes me sixteen,. Alone in the world,. Friendless, utterly friendless,. Ill and full of woes. So I was pious,.

Thoughts on books and reading that come in and out my life along with fiction created along the way. Saturday, 4 April 2009. So why no more posts? I have been enduring the birth pangs of creative writing since September 2008 through a University course so composing a lot of poems, fiction and life writing. And active in a writer circle. I continue to post Twitter size stories and poems on. And 50 word stories with longer poems on.

50 word stories and poems. This blog is now mothballed. All poems not published are stored elsewhere, if published they can be found here. I love comments and will respond if I can find your blog link. Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Healthy breakfast, no? Los Cuatro Gatos instagram.

Creating a world out of nothing is harder than it looks. The princess who saved herself. December 7, 2013 in Uncategorized. The Princess Who Saved Herself. It had been her servant and makeshift friend for the last few years. The size and smell of a large wet dog, the maid outf.

After your shin, a perfect line, sharp. And coarse, the unctuous sheets. Slide A sparrow slides, in hand. Stab my hand, sparrow. I only want the beak. She stretches, black and wet. The sand scratches her body. She eats her home by moving,. She does not eat the living. That seep of blood is seeping. This fresh of death is moving. She eats the death and cold. My heart is only seeming.