About Across the Lake, Eerily. Catapulting on the springboard of today. This entry was posted on 17 May 2014, in micro poetry. Learned in woods, compliant in his words. The skill witnessed in one; the other. Missed, though blessed by the verses he wove. The final exhale came at his death. A mother long held ch.

Nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands. OR SCREAM IN ALL CAPS. Or if you need a prompt you can check out one of the past prompts, like the Shadorma. The bar is open just for you.

Friday, November 7, 2014. This site will continue on as a rather extensive archive, with the added benefit of folks who find it still being able to post stories into the comments. Friday, October 31, 2014. Image courtesy of Digital Blasphemy. Friday, October 17, 2014. Friday, October 10, 2014.

A teacher, a rabbi came to this earth. Courtesy of a star, a manger and a virgin birth. 8211; imagine the miracle! Hope lights our times, shadows flee in their wake. Hanukkah, Christmas in one time combined. Faiths diverge but converge all the same. In their wishes for peace and love and brotherhood,. If you can cut through the soundbites and posturing, that is.

IF YOU WRITE IT, DOES IT MAKE IT SO? MORPHEUS, HEAR MY CRY. Sleep ends as quickly as dreams do. I wake feeling as if my powers such. As they be have been stolen. My feet of clay grown back, anchoring. The end of weary legs again. Should I open my mouth,. Wild at the grief that burns my lips. I am mourning the beginnings. Of peace through rest,. Before Sol salutes the day. She is locked in; she hates this.

A blog dedicated to the poetic spirit in a supportive and inspired way. Poets are welcome to return and add their seeds to this growing garden. Prompts will be suggested on occasion. Welcome to Poems of Garden Gnomes! Friday, August 18, 2017. WELCOME TO POEMS OF GARDEN GNOMES.

Salvatore Buttaci is a retired English teacher who has been writing since childhood. His first published work, an essay entitled Presidential Timber, appeared in the. The New York Times, Newsday, U. Today, The Writer, Cats Magazine.

Choose one list, intersperse words from both lists in your writing, or use them all. Feel free to post more than one piece. Show me the glint of light. Writing is easier when you believe. Writing, to me, is simply thinking through my fingers. I feel like a carton of eggs holding up an elephant.