A surprising burst of autumnal sun
Brings illusions of an early spring…
When winter has still to drape its blanket
On this, our somnolent, land.
Fleeting impressions seared into my soul…tiny pebbles tossed into the surge
Tabby Cats Are The New Black
American by birth, Scottish by injection.
Organizing & Decluttering tips anyone can do. Free DIY yarn & paper patterns to make personal, custom storage.
Short stories and flash fiction by new writer ghostmoth
TWO VOICES....ONE THOUGHT
Kindness Changes Everything.
The poetry addict
The Musings of N. E. Skull
the epic blog of a father of twins
Dedicated citizens fighting to protect our most valuable resources.
Artist, Writer of Confessional Free Verse Poetry and Fiction
Art is our home. This door is open, always, to all, and yet permits not the entry of draft or rain. The doused may find solace, and repose, in the warmth of this hearth. For the sparks of these words - the spectres conjured by its incandescence - are a family whose love is unconditional, and will ever blaze, kindling within us the faith to weather these tempests. The ashes may then be scattered upon the winds - to ignite the lost, and unify our souls as one, in unquenched illumination; to be the light which guides us home, through the darkest of eclipse.
a day in the life of my sketchbook...
A daily comic about real stuff little kids say in school. By Matt Gajdoš
Life is an adventure - from camping on Greenland's tundra to writing children's books.