A Knight’s Tale… Finis
After dinner yesterday I slipped quietly out the back door and rather than stop by the local pub for an …
After dinner yesterday I slipped quietly out the back door and rather than stop by the local pub for an …
I snapped the above photo at the central library, knowing there was a post somewhere in it yearning for the …
Alternate title: The Ant And The GraceHoper Wannabee The busy weekend is over and presently I am driving the backroads …
The poetry open mic was pretty much what I anticipated. A lot of lost hazy longing with a sprinkling of …
“It’s as if every molecule–every fibre–in my body is in the process of reorienting itself to you.” –early email to …
Allow me to stitch together a few of Xenon’s words. Some I jotted down on the fly and on the …
As this blog has grown I’ve become increasingly unsatisfied with the categories that have haphazardly accumulated in the right hand …
A time for reflection, a time for rejoicing. What inspiration! You might think I was sitting by the river contemplating …
Poetic interlude. A pause for the cause after the exertion of yesterday’s post. A brief surge of male potency, and …
It was the middle of summer and we were celebrating our Grand Festival of Life. Everyone from the town and …