I say, let me be your ghostwriter as tragedy fills your eyes illuminated liaison has brought us here the Writer of Ghosts and the vagabond We inconceivably dream as mists float over souls and the soul-less and we veer toward the unseen I see that you have cut your heart on the edge of the … Continue reading
Many thanks to Holly at House of Heart: https://aheartafire.wordpress.com/ for passing on the 5 Day Song Challenge to me. Holly is a lovely, gifted poet, and I encourage everyone to read her work. I would like to nominate my friend and fellow writer, Debbie at Musings by an ND Domer Mom. https://domermom.com/ Debbie’s book will … Continue reading
Daniel Scott Tysdal is an outstanding Canadian poet that I recently discovered. I think he is extraordinary, and I invite everyone to sample his work by sharing this Ted video. I realize it is 18 minutes long, but I don’t think you will be disappointed. Continue reading
I recently shared this with one of my WordPress friends, then decided I would share again with all my friends. I originally wrote this back in November, 2014, but I don’t think much has changed. How about those swanky, erudite, fancy-pancy literary magazines? I have been busy lately submitting my masterfully crafted writing, ok then, … Continue reading
Today’s quote is rather pithy, mainly because I like saying the word, “pithy”. At first, I was a little leery of quoting Mr. Carradine due to… ahem, the mysterious nature of his demise and all, but then I read it and decided it was just too good. I have always been a huge martial arts … Continue reading
Hello again. I’ve been nominated for the 3 days 3 quotes challenge by: Hand Crafted Creativity The rules are: Acknowledge the blogger who nominated you. Post 3 quotes on 3 consecutive days. Nominate 3 new bloggers everyday. This is Day 2 of the Quote Challenge, and I thought something on the humorous side might work. … Continue reading
In the corner there staring back at me children’s poems rattle like rebellious toys. The middle of some half-finished book has fled its story line and dares to question. Short stories flirt like wayward gypsies as an arrogant French man demands to learn his fate. Poems rush forth storming the gate releasing themselves in gusts … Continue reading
