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
Kevin Brennan Writes About What It's Like
Writing is ..., it just is ...
A Quest For Emotional Insight
Roots and Branches in our Family Trees
thoughts, anecdotes and snapshots stumbled upon
Peace. Tranquility. Insanity.
Fumbling by Leisure, Singing to Cake
because the story must be told
Diary of a Canadian Winter Garden
by Scooj
A Continuing Revolution
inesemjphotography
Color by words.
home of the elusive trope
"Literature is language charged with meaning." Ezra Pound
Nothing happens unless first you dream
Football Talk - with other stuff mixed in
a creative writing notebook by Bill Bisgood
