For Bill B:
Come summer, I long
For winter; in winter I
long once more for spring.
Come Autumn, I’m contented
But for everything dying.
Skat@2017
Riding with mom’s like
Having Lady Crawley in
The passenger seat.
skat@2015
When it looks like rain,
Folk often need to complain—
I can read my book.
skat©2015
David Kanigan
Setting up a Brand-New Life in London
a creative writing notebook by Bill Bisgood
by Lize Bard
Alex Markovich, 39 y.o. male living in Russia. A photographer, writer, and lecturer, as well as translator. A regular guest on “Radio of Russia” and other radio stations. Main subjects of the programs: “Traveling through Russia” and “Photo Art” (Alex arranges photo exhibitions in various Russian towns and cities, as well as abroad). E-mail: travel.with.markovich AT gmail.com
poems, flash fiction and photographs
Writing is ..., it just is ...
A Quest For Emotional Insight
Roots and Branches in our Family Trees
thoughts, anecdotes and snapshots stumbled upon
Fumbling by Leisure, Singing to Cake
because the story must be told
Diary of a Canadian Winter Garden
by Scooj
A Continuing Revolution
Color by words.
home of the elusive trope
"Literature is language charged with meaning." Ezra Pound
Football Talk - with other stuff mixed in
