Why is the fly so bothersome,zooming from a corner of the roomto land upon the kitchen worktop,buzzing – will it ever stop?Why does a fly have no etiquette,using my sandwich as a toilet,spreading diseases everywhere?Why, fly, don’t you carethat most humans think you’re a dirty pest,they squash you flat and make a mess,while I gently […]

Why Fly?

A rank of poplars, vertical in a horizontal landscape, coruscate before they blend into the leonine golden beige of land coming to rest. So many different shades on parade: sunlight gilds the roofs with sumptuous shafts that fadethrough pink and scarlet blushes, purple, then indigo, and twilight rushes into a moody half-light. Something haunts the […]

Liminality

She was not much of a one for showing JOY. It was almost as if something wthin her recoiled at the thoughts of being so expressive. It was the same with everything. She couldn’t show love ether, even to her children. She was once beard to say, “I wish I could cry but I can’t.” […]

3TC

Seeing Not with the eyes But with the heart is all That I desire for I am blind My heart Tells me That all the things of great beauty Dwell deep within its rooms Those things live on Always

SEEING —

Editing freaks a lot of people out. Drafting is creative and inspirational, and every writer LIVES for that moment when you get into the groove and the words just flow. But editing is kind of the opposite. It’s analytical, with a rigid set of rules that have to be followed. I think this is why […]

Want a Stronger Manuscript? Read It Aloud – by Becca Puglisi… — Chris The Story Reading Ape’s Blog

I have always been fascinated with the concept of lost worlds that are inhabited by creatures that were thought extinct for millions of years. Stories such as The Lost World, Journey to the Center of the Earth, The Lost World: Jurassic Park, and King Kong all portrayed such ecosystems. In most stories such as these, […]

THE REALITY OF LOST WORLDS — Grady P Brown – Author

Katrina Kaye due to the dirty dishesor unrepaired holes inthe plaster. It was thesilence of your eyes.Their passion drainedof all its red, the redI once watched crawlacross your bed, beforeit was our bed when Iwas still chasingdreams of migration.It was the daily dregswhich cut the ropes ofour first love. Theterrible expression ofyour day sipping cheapbeer […]

I did not leave you — Iron & Sulfur