The Old Man and the Vltava
Something monstrous lurks in Prague’s Vltava River, and it isn’t toxic sludge from Hungary. Chapter 3 in The Secret Life of Stone.
Category: Poetry
The Vicar’s House
This guy is up to no good. No good at all. Chapter 2 of The Secret Life of Stone.
Songs Of Freedom: A Found Poem
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!
The Blood Is The Life: True Blood in Haiku
“True Blood” in haiku.
Haiku Challenge: Lament
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.