Something monstrous lurks in Prague’s Vltava River, and it isn’t toxic sludge from Hungary. Chapter 3 in The Secret Life of Stone.
This guy is up to no good. No good at all. Chapter 2 of The Secret Life of Stone.
A found poem made up of song lyrics for this week’s www.redroom.com blog competition. My blog from last week, “The Sneeze”, was noted on their website as an honourable mention. Yeah!
“True Blood” in haiku.
By closing the book ends this beloved story fairy tale lament. **** Night falls early now shadows repeating backwards her caustic lament. **** Lament without me windfall of time-travelled bliss through a cold echo. **** Fog heralds Winter lament this passing yearful measure towards Spring.