Every month, there is a local poetry group that you can go an listen to poetry or prose at the Shastea Lounge in Pawtuxet Village. I’ve decided to try a poem a month (at least) to have something ready. I … Continue reading
Category Archives: Poetry
War Mage…. How tough it is to write. But I have to; there’s a fan base that’s looking for it. Or there may be after the Cons I’m going to. I’ve written eight parts of the “Devour” story on Maxwell … Continue reading
First draft. For five years I have worked, Slaved, bled, and cried; Now, I send my baby, Out into the world. The world will see what beautiful prose I have wrought. And Spielburg himself will call To direct the … Continue reading
UP! Goes the blanket. The little lion sitting On the dresser Leaps through the air– And flattens the fabric mountain. HISS! Goes the lump Underneath the blanket. The little lion tracks with his golden-slitted eyes The hidden prey. TWITCH! Goes … Continue reading
POUNCE! UP! Goes the blanket. The little lion sitting On the dresser Leaps through the air– And flattens the fabric mountain. SWISH! Goes the lump Underneath the blanket. The little lion tracks with his golden-slitted eyes The hidden prey. TWITCH! … Continue reading
The Catmuse Waiting on the muse I sit at the keyboard. Fingers poised and ready. Mind open and receptive. I stare at the blank page My mind wanders, Characters? Setting? Plot? What to type next? Then Tom, the wise old … Continue reading