I finished my second read through of American Gods, or well, a listen as I borrowed the digital audio book from the library. And upon completion it got me thinking. And looking at it in conjunction with The Great Gatsby – I’m currently reading So We Read On about how Gatsby can to be the
Category: Fiction & Poetry
Last night made me wish that I had a telescope as I watched the eclipse from my back patio. Bear exploring the yard under the fading silver-white light. It also made me think and write a bit. This poem is rough but I captures my feelings from last night. The wind in the trees And
I play co-ed softball and the other night I was so distracted by the sunset that I was barley paying attention to the game. I don’t much action in right field so its not too terrible of me. Yes we did win – 4 to 3, really close game. Anyway, this is the poem that
A good friend of mine started an Instagram page called Good Dog Dallas. She challenged me and a few other friends to write a quick eight lines from our dogs prospective in the form of a poem or a rap. Well I can’t rap but I can write a poem. The picture was taken by
Spring seems to finally be here and should be enjoyed by all. Hope everyone enjoys this poem, I know its been a while since I posted a creative piece. ************ Drop of color Light of day Shinny Bright Blinding First a ray Then a wave Dawn unfolds Birds herrold Piping shrill Awakening Enlightening Day
Books, wonders of humanity, stories that last centuries. Ideas that persist through, through years and change. Books are now easy to find online but I prefer the search. To find the stories that I crave in quiet corners of a used bookstore. Sitting on the floor, looking up at shelves packed with books. Listening for
I don’t have much experience writing flash fiction but I was inspired by fellow blogger, KaylaAnn, to try my hand at writing some. I hope that you enjoy the story. ************ Cities weren’t meant to contain these horrors. Beneath the building is the foundation of civilization and in the tall towers technology reigns supreme. Monsters
I wrote this for a writing contest. Unfortunately, I didn’t win but it is still a fun read. It is a bit long but I’ll love feed back if you are willing. ************ My ancestors met when cultures clashed, European Faeries and Arabian Djinn. Here I am, a mongrel mix of magics with a splash
Out we went riding, bikes bumping, thumping as wheels turned over on uneven sidewalks. Soon I heard high notes, at first I believed the sound came from the bikes chaines, but soon learned of the true origins. The notes are the squeal of breaks on the tracks. Each break producing its own unique note. Beneath
I wrote this poem last summer. I do not remember the context but I felt that it was a good follow up to last weeks fiction post. Childhood is a time of magic and possibilities. Adults know all and there is an adventure waiting just around the corner. Days full of wonder and delight.
